Topple giant forest to a sleeper,
demolished instincts as flowers,
desires as stars
to only one man with the stigma of man.
Also they bring down empires overnight,
monarchies of a kiss,
it does not mean anything;
to derail the eyes, hands and empty tear down statues.
But this love to see only closed form,
shape between the scarlet mist,
He wants to impose life, like so many autumn leaves ascending
towards the ultimate heaven,
where stars
his lips give other stars,
where my eyes, these eyes,
They wake up in another.
Author of the poem: Luis Cernuda
