El Teorema

The day your eyes aim at a target
I wish to be the center of that shot
That's why it makes the heart the arrow of your bow.

Always in our shores there are distances
Before the sea takes away all our calm
Let's build this bridge of love, both with our souls.

Let's follow the path marked by your star
I will set aside all my stones
To be able to join your sky and my land like this.

I will seek the brightest star in your sky
And I will light up the moment of our encounter
The night your blue ship stays in my port.

The day your mouth condenses into a kiss
The voice of love that only silence keeps
Only then will my half universe have the other half.

The taste of virgin land will have my clusters
And if I go to your cup, I turn into wine
And so in your continent of love, I will be the content.

In the clear stream that runs through your body
I hope to immerse myself without wasting time
And finally wet the gray sand in my desert.

The day your eyes aim at a target
I wish to be the center of that shot
That's why it makes the heart the arrow of your bow.