Dos veces te vi, mujer

(Congratulations)

I saw you twice, woman,
one was enough
for me to know you,
for me to give you my love.
I only asked for a glance,
I remember it with pain.

I don't like resigning
to receive what they give,
I need what is yours,
like water to drink,
like the blind needs
his eyes to see.

I find myself thinking in dreams
about your hands and your hair,
your smile, woman,
and with it, I stay awake.
Maybe I'm loving you,
when I fall asleep, I dream of you.

I wish to find your chest
and with my hands be able
to give you the earth and fire,
the carob tree and carnation,
and shout in front of your body:
I'm loving you, woman.

But all words
are like the air, sir;
I will have to sing for a hundred years,
give rain a color.
And she will be looking
right where I am not.