Close your eyes

Close your celestial eyes ,

and sleep in melancholy.

but before we leave, I want you to know that the whispers

of illusions will die without agony.

Before the contemptuous silence of yours,

that will shut seasoned

the sound of our love,

I want to hear the latest murmur

your cold heart.

So it's welcome now

the eternal solitude.

This is the night of the end I sense,

I can only say goodbye

and sleep without insomnia;

I can only say goodbye and break me

with tears of icelandic affluent...

Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.