The bird of night get in the room...

The bird of night get in the room
wants to escape, cuts the air with wings
finds no way out, not give yourself to catch
cautiously pauses, gathering his strength.

I said, Hey, listen, stop,
not beating so loudly in a thick darkness,
this night is like a heavy wheat,
reflected in you votes and nerves.

This night might be long and silent,
she can share with us hopes and chances.
But if you're here, if you continue with me
stay as long as you can stay.

And may this night will hurt you and hurt
and let him touch her seem like unacceptable.
Stay, even when you're waiting for someone,
stay, even when I can't see you.

What scars me to impress, what are the stigmas?
Which keep words and actions?
You know that actually no one can hold
and that all my Windows are actually open.

What could be hurt what could be the complaint?
You know nothing about what you do not ask.
Most of all I would like you not to let go.
The least I would like to keep you here by force.

I just will continue to feel you in the night
remembering all the time, forgetting all with age
listening and speaking, sinking and floating,
with bated breath,
without closing the Windows.