Silbando Por La Calle
Pablo Ruiz
Whistling Down the Street
Walking and whistling through the streets
of the neighborhood, with hands in pockets
slowly walking, I'm thinking
of you, I keep thinking of you.
With messy hair almost dead tired
whispering your name I find
a ray of sun, that approaches
me, your eyes are here.
I confess that I am madly
in love with you, a paper mache moon,
my illuminated universe.
I confess that I am madly
in love with you, with lips
of honey, I have the world
in my hands.
With messy hair........
I confess that I am..............
