Estrella Del Mar

Starfish,
Drinking from your mouth is like walking
On top of a sea of light and silence
Starfish,
Looking into your eyes is like swimming,
Swimming in a sea colder than ice
The sea next to which I was born,
My shooting star,
On a gray day in the month of February
You and I embraced
Starfish,
Sleeping in your arms is like traveling
To an unreal world lost in time
Starfish,
Feeling the touch of your skin
Is like waking up in an open sea
The sea next to which I was born,
My shooting star,
On a gray day in the month of February