Behind Blue Eyes

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

For the delicate blue stone

there is a hidden kiss that melts

in the shining eyes of a fairy that bathes

on the banks of one of those yellow rivers

and grows the air between the clouds

by the white wings

cherubim that do not rest

when they call in the quiet silence

spilling in nocturnal breeze

on the set of my palms.

Who else makes you portray me

the morning sun under blue sky

between these burly trees?

Who if not you will upload

my portrait colors

sensitive pearl painted by hand

that at times

take me to touch the clouds?

There is a happiness that multiplies

heavenly singing that grows bigger

on the lips half open,

in your smile,

the pale reflection of a flame.

There is a perpetual blue of your eyes

as that delicate blue stone

which converges sky with water

when you kiss me.