Perfecta

Those little marks on your legs
That make you self-conscious if you go without stockings
Are the stars of my universe
The ones that guide me when I'm lost

The ones that light my way when I sail
Love, how graceful when you tell me
Love, are my breasts so small?
And I wonder if the wind is big
Or how big winter is
Who cares if they are perfect?

Like life when I'm with you
Like death when I'm by your side
Like your mouth covering the cold
Perfect like a mother kissing her child

Don't cover those two arms
Don't be so silly if you already know
That they are the wings of my hope
And two paths to go home
The counterweight of my balance

With your smile, I light up the world
I see your butt and I see the future
In some lips, I play dead
And with your lips, I reach the sky
I'm very clear that they are perfect

Like life when I'm with you
Like death when I'm by your side
Like your mouth covering the cold
Perfect like a mother kissing her child