When look eyes
I see in them the homeland
I can not separate them
so clear image.
They are like the wind
making the branches tremble
you look at me and then
dawn in the Guasimas.
Stay forever
in my night, My lamp
my love is in your eyes
your food, your flame
you sleep and I write
and everything is beautiful beloved
the world, the stars
the factories and the fields.
Stay forever
in my night, My lamp
that does not turn off never
one day your eyes,
that does not turn off on me
the blue of the flame
clear as day
that you grow in the homeland.