Dreams are forbidden (Prohibidos los sueños)

From my Dad’s book Urgent poetry (Poesía de urgencia). 

Dreams are forbidden (Prohibidos los sueños)

I used to know how to express,

when, back then, I understood better what I still know

although under different signs,

the dreams that would make twenty years disappear

when I saw, for instance, the splendour of your beauty.

Now, in front of you, augural and radiant,

I go over my words and find them different.

My ideas colonise you, not my feelings anymore.

Ideas that are inspired by your eyes, your skin, your delicate feet,

your voice, your sex, your lips, your stature,

your scent, your hands, your dignity, all of you.

Nevertheless, I cannot write like I did

twenty or more years ago,

because I see the twilight grow in our daughters

and I do not conceive dreams about stars

in distant galaxies and foreign paradises.