Cachorro

Puppy, what happened to you,
because if you cry, I cry too,
your problems are part of me,
because your tears
I never want them to be for me.

Puppy, lean on me here,
on my shoulder,
because I know you,
have ticklish spots and that’s the only way,
I can get a smile from you.

The moon can very well be
the one that makes you a woman every month,
maybe it’s the wait for the one who’s not here,
or the first surprise
a puppy your age has.

Outside there’s a wind
of a thousand demons,
that makes your breasts stand up
with that vulgarity
that life gives.

And you, who still need
dreams, milk,
a light on
day and night,
you’re trembling,
outside it’s bad,
come here... come here.

Puppy, stay here,
I’ll be your lover and maybe that friend,
who when you ask her why,
she knows how to give you the answer,
a piece of life, mine.

I’ll be your lover and maybe that friend,
who rides you on a bike to the dreams
that escape one day.

To the salty seas
of fish and waves,
to a sea that bathes in sunlight,
that left here,
but still lives in you.

Because you still need
to discover the world,
my sweet puppy
without that leash of reality,
with your fantasy and mine.

And I’ll put my arm
under your pillow
and if you dream of me,
you’re part of me while you sleep,
I look at the ceiling
and feel a little
like a puppy with you.