Man in green

Es un clavo en mi cerebro. Aquel rostro, ese brillo divino, cegador. Recién duchado, el pelo reposando en la frente, las mejillas sonrosadas y los ojos tan verdes, relucientes. Se ataba un zapato y tenía sueño, pero era feliz. Y viéndole se sabía. Observaba su serenidad de movimientos, su color en la cara, su media sonrisa insultantemente ultraterrena. Y me daba miedo, me atenazaba tanta belleza. No me atrevía a acercarme no fuera a acabarse algo. No podía creer que un milagro estuviese delante mía, que, por fin, algo diese sentido a todo lo malo vivido. Y ahí, mientras, estaba él. La imagen sencilla de un hombre con sueño, que ríe sereno en paz y hermoso como el último rayo verde del atardecer.

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight.

I've never seen you shine so bright.

I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance.

They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance.

And I've never seen that dress you're wearing,

Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes.

I have been blind.

The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek.

There's nobody here, it's just you and me.

It's where I want to be,

But I hardly know this beauty by my side.

I'll never forget the way you look tonight.

I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight.

I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing.

I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side.

And when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away.

And I have never had such a feeling,

Such a feeling of complete and utter love as I do tonight.