Mis Hojas De Noviembre.

The world seen in your wide-open eyes has an uncovered tone
Just ready in these days of light and sun that dazzle me
that illuminate and brighten me and grant me the joy of your eyes
when they have settled and I love them as much as I want to be your hug,
as much as I want to give you a kiss and infect you with all my happiness
and what do I care if I can't stop looking at you.
Have my voice, my November leaves that my song did not pursue another end
than to start by saying that today I came to see you to see if I could make you smile,
to see if I could make you smile.
I would like to caress with my words the smoothness of your back
and put a kiss on your shoulders and a mantle of caresses
like the touch of the breeze and drink your smile and exhaust your always spring mouth
and caress you with my music and walk humming
and still carry you like I carry my guitar wherever I go
and what do I care if I can't stop touching you.
Have my voice, my November leaves that my song did not pursue another end
than to keep saying that today I came to see you to see if I could make you smile,
to see if I could make you smile.
Your hands are the softness I miss to stop the world
and lift it to my mouth and breathe in its perfume, they are the flowers of your arms
that stop the pieces of my life that drag here today
to sow, to grow and cradle you among my branches and cover you with care
this time and forever
and what do I care if I never stop hugging you.
Have my voice, my November leaves that my song did not pursue another end
than to finish by saying that today I came to see you to see if I could make you smile,
to see if I could make you smile.