Pájaro Errante

Do not be afraid to love me, if your whims
like a cage,
imprison my dreams,
in love with the distance.
Your kisses do not let me take flight,
the joyful flight, towards the skies,
where I used to wander.
Do not fear that I will leave,
following the path of the flocks,
that fly after the wind,
but cannot calm their desires.
Like fresh pitchers, of clear water,
are your fragile breasts, from which I drink,
beloved woman.
Oh, passionate flower,
my winged heart,
will never take flight.
You tie me with your love,
and I live in the prison
of your cares.
If you were to stop loving me,
it would be to set me free.
And I will be in the skies,
love once again,
a wandering bird.
Do not be afraid to love me,
if I am captive of your big eyes,
can't you see I am surrendered,
to the tenderness your hands give.
Like a loop of fire, your teasing,
binding me to your body, makes me jealous
between your arms.
Do not fear that I will leave,
leaving the nest I dreamed of.
You are like the tree,
that provides shelter among its branches.
The freedom I sought so much flying,
I had it chained, to your charms
of body and soul.