Pedantería

If you were to give me
Just one of those nights
That you have extra and give away in life

That world of arrivals and departures
The medals you call
Your wounds

If you were to give me just one of those
That matter to me and dress in gray
A night that is extra in your life
A chance to make you happy

And it occurs to me that I can be
Your final point, the last time
Such certainty of mine
More than faith, pedantry

It occurs to me
Other lives that passed through your life
Would be faded

That were not love
But desire
To debut and discover
A new body

Nonsense, nothing new is people
It's the mind, the imagination
Condemned to die every night
If it doesn't understand the miracle of the Sun

And it occurs to me that I can be
Your final point, the last time
Such certainty of mine
More than faith, pedantry