Canción pequeña
Abel Velazquez
Little Song
Listen to me,
Today that this broken attempt is, breaking my voice,
Today that silence stayed in my room,
Today that no one is left, it's just you and me.
Listen to me,
Without the wounds I usually show off,
Without the lies I didn't have for you,
With the agony of knowing, and not knowing, if I want to be happy.
Listen,
And let me explain it to you once,
You don't have your world upside down,
I have to tell you, that I love you,
And that's all I know.
I don't know how it happened, or where or how it was,
It's just that now I feel, that your voice is enough for me,
That I have more than enough whys,
That I have no more prison than your gaze,
That I've talked about your skin, even to my pillow,
And often, I don't feel the ground beneath my feet.
And you see me now,
Here waiting for a yes, a no, a I don't know,
Hoping that the worst thing is maybe,
I will accept dying as your friend.
But I had to speak, honestly,
Taking off the rehearsed phrases,
Simply saying, that I love you,
And that's all that will matter this time.
Listen to me,
And don't say anything, please,
Let my words, and my voice,
Not wait and leave,
In case you're thinking of saying no.