Del Respirar de Las Piedras (feat. Fernando Delgadillo)

From the breathing of the stones I speak to you
Of the pitchers
Of the dry rivers in which I have swum
Until finding you alone and dawning
Like a tree of dried fruits

I speak to you from the earth
From the leaves
From the bread that dwells
In the bark of certain seeds
Of certain ideas
Of sleepless hours
Of days without hunger
Of nights without the next Monday
Without a distant tomorrow

I write to you from the evenings
That our steps loved
I write to you and leave you a kiss
With the taste of the air among eucalyptus
I write so as not to lose it
Not to leave it
Not to forget that sometimes
Perhaps unintentionally
You may be listening to me

The days follow the days of doing
And I think so many times
I don't feel love, dream, touch, or walk
But I pretend that I do it with you
I don't see in parks
Or in rainy afternoons
But as a sign the premonition
Of some chance encounter
That always wanders around you

I didn't see in the course of the avenues
Or in the bustle of every café
Any moment that was impossible
To meet you, to see you
And so I walk the streets that beside you
Reveal themselves to me to explore
Through boulevards, squares, and markets
Through park benches that never see us

The buildings and streets of downtown
Have a different time than ours
The routes and steps of people
And more people on sidewalks and in the sewers
A subway that lives crowded and walking
And always returns to where it began
In the same way that your absence returns
By my side in every place I am

The buildings and streets of downtown
Give me a timeless vision
Where the moment that stops at a halt
Invites to imagine
Everyone has their own list
Endless of stories
That they can keep
And a place that if they start with you
End without you
They are stories that never end

There are days when walking through Chapultepec
On the old side of the forest
I see that walks and gardens
Roundabouts and bridges
Still keep encounters
That have not happened
Moments that are still pending
Life fragments that wander around
Of the same chance encounter
That always wanders around you

Moments that remain pending
Life fragments that wander around
Of the same chance encounter
That always revolves around you