La Chispa Adecuada

The words were wasps
And the streets like dunes
When I still wait for you to arrive...
In a coffin I keep your touch and a crown
With your tangled hair
Wanting to find an infinite rainbow
I can't distinguish between kisses and roots
I can't distinguish the complicated from the simple
My hands that are still made of bone
And your belly tastes like bread
The cathedral is your body...

You were summer and a thousand storms, I the lion
Smiling at the walls
That I have repainted the same
Color
I can't distinguish between kisses and roots
I can't distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark

Mmm, the right spark
Mmm, the right spark

Write with charcoal and in my thoughts
That we crossed oceans of time
Drawing the scribbles of my fantasies
Little is much when little you need.

The fire that was sometimes my own
The ashes always foreign
And you won't be of the enemy...
We are older and more sincere now, and what does it matter
If we look at the lagoon
As they call eternity
Of absence
I can't distinguish between kisses and roots
I can't distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark
The right spark
The right spark.