Tendresa

This path I leave behind is long
but I want to be light of its baggage,
that so many chances are worthless to me,
not the old paths, not the blue of the sea,
if I don't feel inside how it beats, beats there,
the fragile art of tenderness...

From your love I expect everything and so much
that I make a song for my evening,
I love the eagerness in your eyes,
the shameless arc of your naked body,
but love I love you even more and always, more and always,
knowing you're a slave to tenderness...

From the sweet beat of tenderness
that waits...
the tenderness
that exalts...
the tenderness
that heals us when loneliness is scary.

The world I often live I don't feel mine
and I know the reasons for a revolt,
misery and war, hunger and death,
fascism and hate, rage and fear,
I reject a world that cries these pains, so much pain,
but all of a sudden... comes... tenderness.

Ah, if it wasn't for tenderness
that waits...
the tenderness
that exalts...
the tenderness
that loves when loneliness is scary.