Maria Bonita

Remember Acapulco
Those nights
Beautiful Maria, Maria of the soul;
Remember that on the beach,
With your little hands the little stars
You rinsed them.

Your body, a toy ship adrift in the sea
The waves came and rocked it
And while I watched you
I say it with feeling
My thoughts betrayed me.

I told you many of those beautiful words
With which hearts are lulled,
Asking you to love me
To turn into realities
My illusions.

The moon that was watching us
Had been there for a while
It became a little indifferent
And when I saw it hidden
I knelt to kiss you
And thus give you all my life.

You may have had many loves
Beautiful Maria, Maria of the soul;
But none as good, nor as honest
As the one you made sprout in me.

I bring it full of flowers
To leave it as an offering
Under your feet,
Receive it excited
And swear to me that you don't lie
Because you feel idolized.