Desprender del sur

Three ghosts sew worn suitcases,
They laugh, dance and remind me of your walk.

Only the wind
The wind follows my steps,
I go slowly because I want to reach it.

Detach from the South
To the coastline
And wet my voice
In saltwater.

Green field in your rosy figure,
Black cables cut the sky behind.
A hug of giant tulips,
In your eyes I see what I never saw.

I know well where I'm going
When I turn on my light.
I know well where you're going
When you turn on your light.