Siento Celos

At night when I don't understand
that your dream is wasted
When my notes are protected with the clasp
that the moon and silence lent me
At night when your magic slips between your lips
when my soul takes refuge like crazy
from the sighs that want to escape from you
when you sleep I feel jealous of not being the owner of the lament of your mouth
I feel jealous of the storm that the night provokes you
jealousy I feel jealous of the fabric that covers you, I feel jealous
Irreparably jealous, those that tell me when everything tastes like little, those that indicate with pinches my angers, the enemies of the verses I wrote
When you sleep it's your gaze that floods my sentence, it's my gaze that suffers in its sentence where your eyes are dark to me
When you sleep I feel jealous of not being the owner of the lament of your mouth, I feel jealous of the storm that the night provokes you, jealousy, I feel jealous of the fabric that covers you, I feel jealous, jealous of not being the owner of the lament of your mouth
From the touch of your clothes irreparably jealous....
Irreparably jealous