La Gioconda

Hey sculptor, I'm gonna give you her features, her smile
I confess I haven't been able to write her a verse
Because I see her eyes and I break down in tears

Oh, I know you
With your good strokes to paint her laughter
Draw her hair, sculpt her eyes
And carve out my love

So tell me
What do you need, if it's pounds sterling, sure
But make it exact, alright?

Frustration, oh, not being able to paint you
Not having the colors, lend me the rainbow
If Da Vinci painted himself and history crowned him
He painted the Mona Lisa

I’ll never trade verses for canvases
I’ll make you fall in love and watercolor your hair

I’m heading to the tatitaki
She makes my heart race
Onomatopoeia that speeds up and stops me when she wants

If she wants me to find her, I’ll find her
If she wants me to love her, I’ll love her

And today I feel a deep love
I’m her parallel line
I’m not the owner of the world
But I’m the son of the owner

I got something in my eye
Mona Lisa in the moment
And now at 315 it’s worth sinning and raising a glass

I believe, I believe
That even a blind man can paint the black of your eyes

Cocuyita over here
Cucuyita over there
And my princess of the soul
In love, in love, in love

Because of a mistake from a throwback, my life won’t end
I thought a canvas might please her just because
Painted by Da Vinci would heal the pain

And suddenly
Soon the flower revelation poetry lights up my mind
And erase the selfie that I think I’m not even in

I wrote on a paper
With blood ink, yes
Holy dawn, yes
Damn garlic, you’re even prettier

Oh, the paradox
I’m asking for favors
While my songs are linking lives
I heard your soul with my pain
Neither Da Vinci nor Van Gogh
They don’t take risks, she’s too beautiful

Love me once, twice, and three times forever
Because I’ll love you eternally

And my Mona Lisa isn’t in the Louvre museum
My museum is her
And the beach umbrella while it drizzles
The perfect excuse

Laughter, jokes, and bottles
In the end, the cushion leans back

And today I feel a deep love
I’m her parallel line
I’m not the owner of the world
But I’m the son of the owner

I got something in my eye
Mona Lisa in the moment
And now at 315 it’s worth sinning and raising a glass

And hey, I’m not
Like a car used to it
Sees a motel and crosses alone

Cocuyita over here
Cucuyita over there
And my princess of the soul
In love, in love, in love