Sobre Tus Pasos

Looking for an island with emerald shores to fall asleep.
Naked body, serene mind. Looking for an island with emerald shores.
Who could, who knew how to kiss the discouragement.
Bidding it farewell with a gesture of a Homeric traveler, seeking slopes and curves and sowing them with pale reflections.
With a pale reflection.
I will return on my steps, on your steps, father. I will return on my steps that will be your steps, mother.
To a universe of waves, a universe of seas of wheat and olive trees.
Looking for a shore of emerald island and falling asleep. Sunny days, sweet winters.
Looking for a naked, deserted place.
Who could, who knew how to sow confusion.
Bidding farewell with a gesture of a Homeric traveler.
Seeking slopes, shelter, leeward and pale reflections. Pale reflection.
I will return on my steps, on your steps, father. I will return on my steps that will be your steps, mother.
I will reopen the drawer of memory where the clean reserves are kept in order,
I will return on your days, a confused and beloved story.
I will return on my steps...