Quisiera

I wish I could be the air you breathe
I wish I could be the curl of your hair
I wish I could be your seventh sense
I wish I could be a volt in your light bulb
And light up the dawn
And knead the night
And go out with you disguised as the horizon

I wish you would talk to me when you're silent
Or at least be the knot in your throat
I wish I could be the chair that supports you
Your bin of hidden kisses

And count on you
And turn the streets
And plant guavas
And dream of a thousand details

I wish there were so many more things I wish
I wish there were so many more things I wish

Reveal your eyes
Celebrate your name
And go out with you disguised as the horizon

I wish I could be the handle of your eyes
The calcium you get from your vitamins
Your route when you cross the mist
And the umbilical cord of your shoes

And count on you
And turn the streets
And plant guavas
And dream of a thousand details

I wish there were so many more things I wish
I wish there were so many more things I wish

Reveal your eyes
Celebrate your name
And go out with you disguised as the horizon

I wish there were so many more things I wish
I wish there were so many more things I wish
I wish there were so many more things I wish
I wish there were so many more things I wish