The dream of the wines (El sueño de los vinos)

Last day at Monash University.  I’m moving on to other pastures after a ten-year love affair.  Not without looking back with a smile and feeling like part of me is lost.  From my Dad’s book Twilight theory (Teoría del crepúsculo). 

The dream of the wines (El sueño de los vinos)

I am finishing the wine that you gave me.

The red wine of love,

the blue wine of our dreams.

I am finishing the wine of dreams.

And of yours and mine

take possession the shadows

of the days that are now another time.

Dreams like freezing rose bushes

(Blue is not blue from a distance).

Wine in your smile is your sadness

and the landscape overwhelmed

by the first sparkles of the night

is the memory of the red wine,

of the blue wine of our dreams,

like an impenetrable stain

on the ground damp with wine.

The translucid glass that inebriates me

will fall off my hand inevitably.

The shape that I see in the mirrors

a thousand shapes will be tormented

in a memory of tiny crystals.