Sobre El Oscuro Abismo En Que Te Meces

In the waists of women you take pleasure.
In ancient paintings and rusty keys.
In the serene passing of the comet.
In the secret drawer of your closet.
In the bright light of the waves.
In the dark abyss in which you sway.
Of old words and ancient verbs,
like the old wine you drink,
is your dry aroma of a long life.
Over the dark abyss in which you sway.
Over the dark abyss in which I sway.
Over the dark abyss in which you sway.
Over the dark abyss in which I sway.
Next to the acacias on the shore
you disguise yourself with flowers.
And as if everything were true
you look at yourself in fear.
The mallows bloom
in the jungle of your hair,
while you drink up the days
like caramel sugar.
To the lime soda,
to the wild soda
that life entangles
like a lace ball.
The springs bloom
with laughter and downpours,
like the fields bloom
of the land I love the most.
By your side my life
passes discreetly
among the orange trees
that I have in my orchard.
In the waists of women you take pleasure.
In ancient paintings and rusty keys.
In the serene passing of the comet.
In the secret drawer of your closet.
Of old words and ancient verbs,
like that old wine you drink,
is your dry aroma of a long life.
Is your aroma in the vibrant light of the waves.
Over the dark abyss in which you sway.
Over the dark abyss in which I sway...