A Cúmplice

I want a woman who is different
From all I've had, from all so alike
Who is my friend, lover, confidant
The accomplice of everything I do more

In her body have the Sun, in her heart the Moon
Skin the color of dreams, shapes like apples
The delicate transparency, a naked elegance
The magical charm, the smell of mornings

I want a woman of colorful ways
Who bites her lips whenever she hugs me
In her speech, she silences everyone
And her silence makes me dream

Who knows how to receive, who knows how to be welcome
Who can handle everything she does
Who, when smiling, causes a beautiful dimple
By day, a girl; at night, a woman