Fantasía

My fantasy is you,
A distant memory
That I keep somewhere.

You are my theater,
Acted without an audience or applause.

And I,
The truth I didn't find
Where I thought it was,
And in dreams life
Was always so real.

You,
My illusion is you,
A star that lights up the heart,
I saw the magic in your eyes
It's a caress on my skin,
It's madness, desire,
In your honeyed mouth,
In a circus of kisses.

Fantasy is theater,
It's my illusion.

Fantasy is theater,
It's my illusion.