Cada una de tus cosas

Looking at the river, I wrote you a little song
while I was waiting for you,
with a restless and joyful little heart,
and a way of not being from here.

I didn't move from your vertigo of mine,
from your vertical smile, which is mysterious like a rose from Hiroshima
and the party that exists.

The party laughs, it doesn't know if it's a party,
it will be just a moment,
of eternity, of those that you give me.

Every day, every second
infinitely, the joy of living,
the meaning that life gives living with you.

In the sky, on the ground, in each one of your things,
In the sky, on the ground, in each one of your things