Tú Me Das

I wake up and you flood me with your noble aroma
You pretend with care that I embrace you,
You like to feel the touch of my hands
Using my fingers to speak for me.

You take me flying to the luthier of meaning
Where stories finally take shape,
Songs that carry your sweet caresses
And sometimes the contained rage in me.

You give me, you give me, light in my darkness you give me,
You give me, the right to dream you give me,
You give me, another way to love you give me,
You give me, my guitar gives it to me.

I envy your calm, your love and suffering
I praise the anguish you make me feel,
I pile up the comfort, knowing that in silence
You are always there.

You adorn the nights with cinnamon color
Seeking the encounter with loneliness,
Embroidering in flashes until those moments
When you make me cry.

You give me, you give me, light in my darkness