Woman with the feline eyes,
Your hair’s on fire, and your pale skin glows.
Your eyes, they coincide with the seas,
As I feel the wind kiss my cheeks,
And the trees dance as the ground shakes,
And the flowers hide their sad colors,
While the earth, shivering,
Sings its final melody.
My eyes are opened, and I see your figure in the sky.
You’re being glorified as the souls awaken,
Their searching eyes covet your treasures,
As the flood drowns the brief money,
And the gold turns into mud.
I see your bloody hair and go on my knees to pray:
Let me see what you feel.
Let me feel what you see.
Let me touch who you are.
Let me hear your thoughts.
And let your smell perfume my body,
And you can ring the bells to my heart,
While I cry for the woman,
Oh, the woman with the feline eyes!