Oyendo Tu Voz

Give me your dreams
And hold on tighter to me
Give in your hands

Fire, foam, and all the sea
The cold, the sun, the storm in your gaze,
Your voice, your dawn, your awakening, your eternal sensitivity, your rare prayer,
Is it strange?

I still hear your voice,
Your scent still lingers,
I still see your light
That slowly attracts me
I feel the fire

Water on your lips,
I sail in your cruel passion,
I feel the fire

Water on your lips,
I sail in your cruel passion,
My destination your body,

Fragility, naivety,
A gentle river, a hurricane, in your gaze;
Your skin, your nakedness, your evening,
Your thirst, your honey, your nightfall
Your rare prayer;
Is it strange?

The fire burns
Uhh? I still see you among my verses
Disguised in words I think?