No Quiere Saber de Mí
Abel Velazquez
She Doesn't Want to Know About Me
She arrived, from out of nowhere into my love,
On a cloud, of silences, out of control,
And allowed me, to nest this pain,
In the wounds, of her poor heart.
And today, she doesn't want to know about me,
Nothing more, she doesn't want to know about me,
What can I do, if she has decided to destroy,
All the stories, that we could share,
If only, she doesn't want to know about me.
She conquered me, with her womanly smile,
Antagonist, of her mouth and her childhood,
And with her lips she mended, all of yesterday,
While my lips, got lost in her skin.
And today, she doesn't want to know about me,
Nothing more, she doesn't want to know about me,
What can I do, if she has decided to destroy,
All the stories, that we could share,
If simply, I couldn't make her happy.
She got the wrong direction, and simply,
Today she decided, that I was surplus in her gaze,
If her tragedy was bigger than my wings,
Why did she ask me to carry, her sea.
And today, she doesn't want to know about me,
Nothing more, she doesn't want to know about me,
And I have no other way, to write,
That without her kisses she let me, die,
And even if I wanted to rescue her, from oblivion,
She doesn't want, to know anything, more about me.