La Cita
Los Angeles Negros
The Date
You approach very quietly
I look at you so deeply
Biting my desires
Trembling inside
My hands roam
A flowery orchard
Of soft hills
With trembling kisses
A thousand harps singing
In soft arpeggios
Your skin and mine
Dying with desires
Scent of jasmine
Is all over your body
My hands roam
A flowery orchard
Of soft hills
With trembling kisses
You have already left
Silence is heard
The harps have stopped
How lonely I feel
