Amor Tardio
Alberto Cortez
Late Love
Look where you've come to fall in love now,
when your sea was the sea of foam,
maybe it's just another lightning bolt,
or a sun reflection in the mist.
Look where this game must be played in full,
you have to take risks to take advantage,
is it true that happiness
always has some hidden ace?.
Late love,
that floods with colors
the darkest
interior spaces.
Late love,
a trace of madness
in the wasteland
that occupied tenderness.
Late love,
an emergency of the soul,
a remnant of summer
claimed by autumn.
Late love,
rekindled torch
with new vigor
where there was nothing.
Look where you've come to fall in love now,
and there's no reason in love that counts,
if it wants to enter, let it pass,
and if it wants to leave, let it go.
Look where your orange tree filled with orange blossoms,
and each flower with its best aroma,
you have to know, if you want to know
that love knows how to speak its language.
Late love,
that floods with colors
the darkest
interior spaces.
Late love,
a trace of madness
in the wasteland
that occupied tenderness.
Late love,
an emergency of the soul,
a remnant of summer
claimed by autumn.
Late love,
rekindled torch
with new vigor
where there was nothing.
