Aunque No Entiendan
Albita
Even If They Don't Understand
Rushing and anxiety hanging
Over my fingers
Your skin feels like a city
Full of dreams
And I go to the sea
Dripping fears
And I go with salt
Over your kisses
Over your kisses
I walk through the old cathedral
Over your breath
But I stay stuck to the stained glass
Of your silence
And I go to the sun
Sweating tiles
And I am love
Over your legs
Over your legs
I don't expect miracles from your peace
Or from your verbs
But I change the carnival costume
For your mysteries
And I go to you
Breaking stones
And I am happy
Even if they don't understand.
