Dímelo Tú

Tell me, stranger, that at last I will find out.
Tears from the lake, slices of bread,
strands of silence, threads of thought, perhaps...?
Candid and barefoot, I know you will return.
You are surprised, distance is a condition
If you get lost, I recover you from eternity.
You surrender virgin, indifferent and lazy,
mouth to mouth we are a border crossing.
We are the longing of a great vaporous world
where lost springs are erased.

Tell me, stranger, that at last I will find out.
If I comb your hair, tell me what you give me.
Swear to me your laughter, I will know how to wait in return
dry as the field we must sow.
See how time passes,
see how I entertain myself.

I want you happy like water in my hands,
I wait for you green like grass untouched;
I know you are happy when you are in my arms
that strip you of the hours you give me.
Voices that guide in the fog,
voices that open your thickness;
voices that in your absence lead me
towards sanity.

I always lie, we know there is nothing to wait for,
only stolen kisses from the uncertain eternity.
I always lie, we know there is nothing to wait for,
only stolen encounters from the uncertain eternity.