Haciendo Fe

No, I don't need to search for you among a thousand poems
If in the enigma of that kiss I found you
Today I cultivate a dream with the lyre of your verse
And sometimes I just wonder if I can
I know where that flower grows in the rosebush
I was the best friend, without shelter and without resentment
I am the song of the mountain that the nightingale gives
And from the lover, I am the art that wrote

I feared being an echo of weightlessness
Living without dreams and without why?
And in every stroke of love, I erased
The distraction and my stupidity
From you, I learned what I can do
Move cities under the skin
I carry my youth ignited to guide it from your light

I walk every street you used to walk
I feel your presence on every corner making faith
I know your mystery will never stop spinning
But I curse anyone who mentions you without knowing, without knowing

I feared being an echo of weightlessness
Living without dreams and without why?
And in every stroke of love, I erased
The distraction and my stupidity
From you, I learned what I can do
Move cities under the skin
I carry my youth ignited
To guide it from your light
Your light