El Amor Esta En Tu Boca

Love is on the corner
Right next to anyone and sitting on a chair
Alongside thousands of neurons in the head
Pumping saliva so the heart doesn't die
Love is in the garden of sherry
Arguing with hatred and dramatizing Shakespeare
Holding hands with a nightingale
Drawing a poem to the key of G
Love is in your mouth
Desperate on a tightrope and half broken
Without papers, on the edge of an accident
To reach the other side with lips that kiss you

From top to bottom
Above a paper, until death do us part
Back in the neighborhood where you're born
In a tiny little town where the belly dissolves
In school, at the movies, in the marsh
In the neighborhood market, in the central park
Love is in Paris and in starry nights
On Valentine's Day and in the endings of novels
Love is in the 365 cardinal points of the earth
Love is in your mouth
Sorry to say it again, love is in your mouth!

But love is also out there in the mountains
Where the days are long and the beans are scarce
In each of the women who hurt themselves daily
In those who live like slaves and work all day
Love is in the guerrilla fighter
Who gives up his future and gives it to a whole town
In the mothers who have cried for three decades
The disappearance of their children and the forgetfulness of an era
In the children who seem like criminals
Because they breathe glue and huddle among the people
Love is in the poor, in the people still sleeping
In the future that is coming
And in the moments that never return

Welcome citizens of the world of the street
To this land that is born with the sun
Welcome surgeons and sculptors of the planet
Everything grows and is respected because love has arrived here