Not even a sweet night, by Raúl Gómez Jattin

That love of fever and torment That keeping
track of the moon between the coconut palms In case she
brought me presages of your body But in vane
But I was too sick to bear
the intimacy of your caress You wouldn't have known
in me but the tremble of a poet and its death
That fear of looking at each other's eyes was not vane
You were coated with another world You were far away
Specially when I loved you When I was
of you like a cloud in its reflection in the water
Inside but far away Inside in the guts
of a made up and fleeting reality
It was entirely beautiful because I never touched
your body although you wanted and I did too
But before my desire there was my future
You were before my desire of you
before desire there was love
Before love there was life and evil
That love that didn't have a night
Not even a sweet night my love.