Sangre caliente

My horse bolts
and runs without stopping
and runs without stopping.

We went from the hill
down to the river to see you
down to the river to see you.

Around the shore,
the reeds dream absentmindedly
while they draw your face
in their clear waters.

Your body was left bare
and our minds became one.
Among the brush and olive trees
traces of hot blood.

My joy for your crying
I wish I could trade
and my dreams for your freedom.

I wish I could hold you
between my chest and my arms,
between my chest and my arms.

To give you all my tenderness
and a veil of white kisses
and a veil of white kisses.

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