Viento

You remind me of the wind
That sometimes messes up my stubborn hair
And you suddenly turn into a sea without shores,
Without foamy waves, just clay-like sand.

You remind me of the sky
Blue every day, with the sun wearing a hat
And then you suddenly become a storm
That sweeps away desire and you don’t even notice.

You don’t love me that much
You change whenever you want
Don’t ask me when
But my love is dying.

Oh, how the early mornings hurt
Oh, how the early mornings hurt
When you’re close and something’s changed.