Amor Mio
Alberto Cortez
My Love
It was a time of constant doubt,
with a touch of anguish and deep,
when barely your transparent eyes
delineated the forms of this world...
And you didn't open the window
or the constant murmur of people;
you didn't rush the clock that morning
when I accidentally entered your life.
It was time to build the same roof,
to exchange every 'I' for a 'we',
to win, fold by fold, our bed
and encompass one to another and another to one.
Today is the time to love at the same time,
with the same illusion, the same star,
to sow ourselves with love every moment,
for the trace that wanders our trace.
My love, my dream, my song,
my verb, my tears,
my lighthouse, my furrow, my flight...
my wind, my wood, my north...
my love!
