Si Pudiera

I want to be...
A page from your diary with the corner folded
A shiver running down your back
I want to be a warm fire to lean on
In autumn nights

To be a passerby in your lonely streets
To be the alchemist who gilds your gaze
I want to be glass fogged up by your tears
When there's a stumble

And if I could know all your dreams
And place them on your fingers so you never wake up again
If I could clear all your doubts
From this poor tough guy who can only love you

To make you forget all those who kissed you
To never long for your past
To pluck a pinch of your feelings
With a smile

To be a spring overflowing before your lips
I want to be guilty of all your sins
May my eyes be the last thing you remember
Before falling asleep

I want to be a used stamp on your love letters
I want to be that cloud you gaze at
Lying under the sun