Para Ellas

Baby, what a scent, for queen you only lack the crown,
You left me in a coma lying on the canvas.
Sitting on a bench, I see you pass by
And I want us to dance a tango
I'll pick you up tonight and tell you what I'm up to
And what about you? Do you work or dance?
You stay until the music says no more; what's up?
You love, sing, miss, fly, get wet when it rains
Or walk as if nothing happens.

Woman, you don't walk, you sway, your style is the secret
What was never said about the nights of Athena
The extravagance of this gargoyle awakens
At midnight on your rooftop and knocks
Exotic flower loaded with psychotropic substances
This letter is my tribute to your hypnotic beauty
Angel eyes, diabolical smile
How many succumbed under your ironic facet.

Ironic?, I love it
Diabolical?, I love it
Charm, I love your songs
And I, I just want us to throw ourselves on a couch
And not give a damn about God's forgiveness
Your virtue to walk with that bearing before the crowd
You came trotting out of a stud
I'm not talking about little girls, I'm talking about style, attitude
Your firmness in walking
Makes the tiles see you coming and start crying
It's not a tale
You don't walk, you mistreat the cement
A thrust
A raid and a painted soul
I detach in your bed leaving my soul
And to drink your nectar, even the pear is wet.

For us just a piece of art
I just want to discover you part by part
I just want to undress you touch you and show you
That there is only one way and I, I will take you

Flying over the city chasing a dream
I broke one of my wings against a cornice
Mayday mayday princess
This pilot is badly wounded
That's why he asks for permission to land on your smile
I come, focused like a Buddha
I undress your eyes and with your red I make a painting
A caricature of your tenderness
Baby with the sway of your waist
You're going to break my armor

Baby what a scent
You go with your crown
Lying on the canvas
Your perfume, like wine, tunes me in
You distill libido, woman you don't look, you annihilate
Full moon over Shiva's temple
The best of any party always end up being your pupils
I travel your body reaching your south and
My taste buds dance with joy
A fixed idea makes this letter somewhat repetitive
But I kill if I have to for this addiction with no way out
And I die without thinking for your skin and your saliva

For us just a piece of art
I just want to discover you part by part
I just want to undress you touch you and show you
That there is only one way and I, I will take you