Benquerença

I always find you, little one
Early morning or end of day
And when I touch your body
I always feel you colder

So I caress you and take you
Towards your dwelling
Simple, humble little house
Yet so coveted

I taste your kiss, little one
Once again, enchanted
I keep pumping your body
...I want to know your past

You walk with me - for a long time
And of you, I know almost nothing
I don't know where you came from
...where else were you kissed?

You have my affection, little one...
And I confess to you this hour
You are the greatest fondness
Of all I have now.

Perhaps that's why I wonder
Where did you go
How many dwellings did you have
...and how many lips did you taste?

I know you are mine, little one...
Also that you offer your kisses
To so many others who come
Mixing thirst and desire

Even kissing those many
You don't hurt my heart
I understand it's your destiny
Little bomb of gold and silver