Tocando El Cielo

I'm touching the sky, with my hands
I have reached the maximum point
Being belonged and reciprocated
There's chemistry in the kisses, our tastes are similar
Sleeping without pajamas, no need for pillows
What are rags for that take away our time and desire,
And a nest is our bed, if we are far it calls us back.

I'm touching the sky, I have reached the maximum point
Flying with the birds that swiftly resemble ships
In another time on another planet, without abysses or shotguns
Who said you are the chosen ones, only chosen ones enter my house.

I'm touching the sky
I feel it here in my hands
I breathe it in the air
All nights are like summer
Warm like a bonfire
You enter through my veins,
and my soul warms sorrows without knowing which door you knock on when you arrive
I lack the words, the verb is not enough

What I say is little, you make my hope tangible
Let's toast with wine, let's make a toast with the semblance
so in dreams of belly I continue to imitate don quixote of la mancha