La trama y el desenlace

I walk through Madrid in your company
My hand on your waist
Copying your hand on my waist

Slowly, as if yawning
Like someone kissing the neighborhood as they step on it
Like someone who knows they have the whole afternoon
With nothing else to do but caress the sidewalks

And without planning it, you, perhaps
Like someone who unintentionally does it
I saw you change your step, until putting it in phase
In the same phase as my own step, oh

To come and go, to follow and lead, to give and have
To enter and exit phase
To love the plot more than the outcome
To love the plot more than the outcome

It was a tiny leap
Disguised
A minimal change of rhythm barely

A step changed and two strings that resonate
Like the same number on different dice
Or the exact step of soldiers
Like two intermittent spotlights, suddenly like that, synchronized

Two distracted strollers
Have managed to stop the hourglass of sorrow
To shatter
And thus follow the course that the wind traces, oh

To come and go, to follow and lead, to give and have
To enter and exit phase
To love the plot more than the outcome
To love the plot more than the outcome

To go around, as in an Éric Rohmer film
Without expecting something to happen
To love the plot more than the outcome
To love the plot more than the outcome

I saw you change your step
Until putting it in phase
In the same phase as my own step
Oh

To love the plot more than the outcome
To love the plot more than the outcome
To love the plot more than the outcome

I walk through Madrid in your company