El Reino Del Tiempo

Sometimes you open the door and in comes with Saturday
a little April breeze that stirs up the years
It finds me with my back turned, looking at my hands
and brushes the flower on the tablecloth with its cold lips

It seems like everything is the same but something has changed
something lingers in the air and has interpreted us
maybe the small words from a closed book
or it's just the breath of the sea like a white petal

The old women from where I was born when this wind came in
used to say they were thinking of us, the dead
they made three crosses in the air and kept silent
now we can think that maybe it's true
but remember that the wind is from the kingdom of time
one of the seven keys to all that is eternal
it knows when I love you and leaves us in secret
an awake angel in your eyes fixes the vase.