De Las Tardes

It's been a few weeks already
That the mornings take me
To decipher you in your gaze and in your voice
That I have never known how much you have told me and how much you haven't
How much I only imagine

How much of it is true the walk to your open parks
And to the cool shadows of your pavilion
Then everything would be answered by that afternoon you give me
Even if it's only for once

Between loves and distances
Between substanceless dreams
And between all that has not come to be

If you gave me an afternoon to talk better
Blurring the clothes with which you dress your rumor
I could look at myself in your eyes if you come close to me
If you gave me an afternoon, an afternoon around here

If I had you for an afternoon
To drink from the murmuring voice of your sources
An afternoon for two, an afternoon forever
For the afternoons you're not here, for the afternoons that haven't been
And for those you won't leave

Just an afternoon of your life
Just a moment of your youth
A few hours of your hours and exits
To the perhaps of a mutual encounter
That we manage to see inside each other
A perhaps that you turn into reality

An afternoon you would give me
Any afternoon of this month
To delay trying
To take you again and again
Applying with my lips
On your lips of song
The ballad of the encounter
Of summer with the flower

Who would have you for an afternoon
To walk, to explore
The paths, the shortcuts
In the fields of your skin
Exploring lovingly, valleys, hills
Watercourses and flowers
Conquering your plains
A whole sunset

Just give me some afternoon
And I become a song on your lips

Trying and surprising
Throughout the evening
Your most beautiful smile
If you let yourself be known