Donde A Donde
Ana Y Jaime
From Where to Where
From where to where
love that dies goes,
where does the pain go,
that forgets to feel
Where is it,
where does it hide.
It will take...
Just take a moment
of sweat and breath
There will be...
There will be tender accents
that a skin in dreams needs.
And it will be a horizontal delirium
A hidden way to escape.
Where, to where...
I will clean...
I will only clean the excess
of sweat and breath.
I will play...
I will play the exact silence,
that condenses your voice in my fingers.
It will be my oriental refuge.
One more form to complete.
