Threshold | Umbral. Poema [Eng/Esp]

You crossed the threshold,
and my whole world lies in wait,
is suspended in an instant,
you come with that drunkenness of the evening,
stripping away the feeling,
you crossed the thin red line,
that separated our lives,
you come with the smell of incense,
and wet earth,
you come with the smell of homely coffee,
You come to make a bet,
seeking to gain happiness,
although you already have the capital of joy,
that is your greatest good,
you come without gods,
and without frivolous poses,
with some loving bad intentions,
to take over a new territory,
I hope peacefully,
because this is not a holy land.

Cruzaste el umbral,
y todo mi mundo queda al acecho,
se suspende en un instante,
vienes con esa ebriedad del anochecer,
desnudando el sentimiento,
pasaste la fina línea roja,
que separaba nuestras vidas,
vienes con olor a incienso,
y tierra mojada,
vienes con olor de café hogareño,
vienes para hacer una apuesta,
buscando ganar la felicidad,
aunque ya posees el capital de la alegría,
ese es tu mayor bien,
vienes sin dioses,
y sin poses frívolas,
con unas amorosas malas intensiones,
a adueñarte de un nuevo territorio,
espero que pacíficamente,
porque esta no es una tierra santa.