El Amor Es Un Arte

I am sincere with your doubts
When you ask me sadly
What would become of our life if love ended?
I understand them because they also scare me
Because it's your scent that sews everything I want
But love cannot be measured in time
Because it's an art
It's not governed by a calendar
It's the invisible that keeps this world spinning
Let's just love our bodies
As long as our souls allow us
And don't ask me more questions
Because I don't know how to answer them
Let's pack today
With the memories we lived
In case destiny finds us
Because love, heart, cannot be measured

Love is an art
Some verses by Allan Poe
If not a work by Miguel Ángel
But with your hair
I don't understand the concept of true love
And I don't want to either
A Vivaldi season, love
That playing on your waist
You have to learn to play it without reading the score
It's the Trojan horse
That changes history and sometimes tears your skin
And if you ask me about feelings
What do I know?
I have to answer you: Love is an art

It's impossible to explain how things will end
How long our butterflies will stay alive
It's an art, like painting feelings
It's like a dance between a note and its silences
It's the poetry with which the wind dresses
It's only a fleeting, cruel, avant-garde painting
That is looking for someone to sign it and doesn't find the artist
Let's just love our bodies
As long as our souls allow us
And don't ask me more questions
Because I don't know how to answer them
Let's pack today
With the memories we lived
In case destiny finds us
Because love, heart, cannot be measured

Love is an art
Some verses by Allan Poe
If not a work by Miguel Ángel
But with your hair
I don't understand the concept of true love
And I don't want to either
A Vivaldi season, love
That playing on your waist
You have to learn to play it without reading the score
It's the Trojan horse
That changes history and sometimes tears your skin
And if you ask me about feelings
What do I know?
I have to answer you: Love is an art