La Primera Vez
Hildemaro
The First Time
She got tired of waiting for him and fell asleep, around three o'clock
She had in front of her, that empty armchair
It was probably
The first time
The fire was fading, in a new silence
The Sun kissed her forehead, and she woke up
Who would have stolen her heart?
Who would have pampered her?
Where would he have spent the night?
Who would have kissed her?
Who would have made her coffee today?
Who would have woken her up?
Who would have caressed her back?
Who would have loved her?
The morning began and on the clock, it was almost ten
She heard his steps, climbing the stairs
And she dressed in pride
To not cry
He lay on the bed and looked into her eyes
He caressed her hands, he won her over
Who would have stolen her heart?
Who would have pampered her?
Where would he have spent the night?
Who
