Que llueva, que llueva

Down the bridge,
comes a rhyme,
lifting her dress,
the little breeze, the little breeze,
lifting her dress,
the little breeze.

And going up, the wind was pulling her hair,
up, up on her hair, it pulls,
pulls.

Let it rain, let it rain,
the Virgin of the cave,
the little birds sing,
the clouds rise,
yes, no,
let a downpour fall,
in the middle of the season, breaking my windows,
breaking my windows,
and from this heart
-thump -thump -thump -thump.

To the moon in the sky,
the astronauts, to the moon of the river,
me with my boat,
me with my boat,
to the moon of the river,
me with my boat.

My thoughts,
running ahead of the ships.
because the universe,
fits in the hollow of my thoughts.