Invocation

I’m awaiting in the port of my life for a sign From the world of those who have departed For I trust, my beloved, in angels And in that dead who has rise. I'm superstitious, that's why I believe in the phantoms And in the dreams where you appear to me I see you, my beloved, in a large field of flowers Beside a forest of oak trees. A kind of ray lights your face Like the moon illuminates the earth. In this night, my love, I wish for my end, But the death is gone far away. I gaze into your eyes once again Your destiny is not to see me at all I’m isolated in the outside world, For is no place for me in your grave. I flutter my right hand's to the sunset In a farewell I don't want to believe I'll wait for you at the same time tonight For it is only in the darkness I trust. I am sitting on the slab of my soul Exasperated by my clown-like face, For me your pallor means a new life, And from now on, I will be by your side. The life wants me to be calm and to stay But tonight I will ask for my death to come For the boat of my existence has no rudder Since the day you departed to God.