Andar hacia los pozos no quita la sed

I want to be close to you.
I have walked towards the wells
but that does not quench the thirst.
There is a naked dog
that walks beside me;
comb your hair, give me a kiss and make me a
space in your warm mattress.
Tired of soft drinks, of watching TV,
of debates for fools, I return to you.

Who will quench my bitter thirst
when you are far away?
Who will make me laugh until I die
if you are not here?

Drunk with love and compassion
like Tibetan monks,
barefoot and free.
Stay by my side, little sister,
even if I am a vagabond...

Who will quench my bitter thirst
when you are far away?
Who will make me laugh until I die
if you are not here?
Who will quench my bitter thirst
when you are far away?
Who will make me laugh until I die
if you are not here?