Asi son ellas
Nicho Hinojosa
That's how they are
You don't have to understand them,
just love them,
the most beautiful things in this creation
are the flowers and them
You don't have to understand them
because they are a dilemma
from every look of their beautiful eyes
a thousand poems are born
Sometimes they are sweet, affectionate, and tender
sometimes just obscene words
with harsh reproaches
full of outbursts
but that's how they are
Blue mornings and golden afternoons,
with sun and rain,
with laughter and tears,
full of contrasts,
fleeting stars
and sometimes stars
And that's how they are
angels from heaven,
tenderness and passion, hatred and love,
silk and velvet.
Sometimes they are sweet, affectionate, and tender
sometimes just obscene words
with harsh reproaches
full of outbursts
but that's how they are
Blue mornings and golden afternoons,
with sun and rain,
with laughter and tears,
full of contrasts,
fleeting stars
and sometimes stars
You don't have to understand them, just love them...
