La Luna de Un Soñador

In the beginning
The word was god
And from the sand, man emerged
A rib was enough
To create a beautiful flower
I admired you in science fiction
When you were sleeping beauty
My love
When as a child you were called Alice
In your strange country
There I was
And even when you were Virgin Mary
I gave you my heart
When the love and hope of the world
From your womb was born
Your essence was born

Why do you sound perfect in my voice
Because you were the poet's inspiration
Of Don Juan's adventure
Of Quixote's madness
Ideal
God bless you

You have always fought for equality
For respect and your dignity
Surviving in societies
Machistas
It hasn't been easy
But here you are
Walking quickly
Flirting with the breeze
You will go
To conquer your destiny
Writing on the way
You will come
Your essence was born
Why do you sound perfect in my voice
Because you were the poet's inspiration
I feel sadness for your goodbye
You gave tenderly my desire in temptation
Because you were the poet's inspiration
Of Don Juan's adventure
Of Quixote's madness
Ideal
God bless you

To me, you are a song
The muse of a sculptor
The canvas for the painter
The dreamer's moon

Why do you sound perfect in my voice
And I believe that for me you are the best

You were the mother of Pinillas
All that was left of me
Simply
I want to be your love