Con Una Pena de Muerte

With a death sentence
I curse unjustly those who once shared
with you the delirium of the flesh.
And it's getting late,
and there are those who tell us we should look
more at the clock.
Love between you and me
is sometimes
like silence, and naming it breaks it.
Night after night
I become addicted to your rhythms,
your sounds, your flavors.
Loaded with good intentions
we soak up urbanity,
harvesting on the sidewalks
some beautiful friendships here and there.
And I watch over your smile as you have tea
in a downtown café.
Out at sea, the sirens sing.
Some cover their ears,
some tie themselves to the bow.
You and I let ourselves
be seduced by their song.
We crash
against the rocks.

Planning an escape
through the streets of Madrid,
you ask me, with a sweet look,
if I would die without you.
Terrified, I hide in a glass
filled with alcohol and reply:
"damn it, please don't test it".
And you call yourself strong and independent,
and sometimes you seem weak in my hands
like a snowflake melting,
refusing to admit being in love with me.
And I know I couldn't be without you,
I know I couldn't be without you.
You call yourself strong and independent,
and sometimes you seem weak in my hands
like a light snowflake melting,
refusing to admit being in love with me.
And I know I couldn't be without you,
I know I couldn't be without you.