A Veces

Let's go, we're leaving

You smell like the Aprils that Seville gives away
Your skin is as golden as an old wheat field

And sometimes, many times
I've had the desire for the emptiness that comes with forgetting
And sometimes, many times
I've chased away dreams that never had an end

I've traveled your back like water droplets
I've tied your hair under my will

And sometimes, many times
We love each other in the afternoon and at night with a good awakening
Because sometimes, many times
I don't know the thousand joints that love has

For the tiredness, I breastfeed you, dying in the evening taking in the coolness
That art gave ink to my pen so I could remember you
Your hands are the rest, the owners of my comfort
They paint on my lips the kisses of caramel

Oh, love
Oh, my God, love, bitter love
Love, love, love, bitter

I have a thousand and one nights saved in my bed
I have the scent of your essence impregnated in my pillow

And sometimes, many times
I ended up like a shore when it comes from the sea
And sometimes, many times
We challenge silence with moans in the early hours

Leave a dream gift on my celestial body
Your mouth is what describes me like eternity

And sometimes, many times
In your absence, the night dresses in a sad lament
And sometimes, many times
I caught the moon with my hands to bring it down for you

For your head, a hairpin that ties
And I tightened the sway of your hair
That art gave ink to my pen
So I could remember you