Laia

Laia, I who was so much a naked song
Laia, today it's hard for me to talk about your windows
Because I can't avoid the pain of seeing in them
Stars that I will never touch

Laia, it's so easy to desire the freshness of your beach
As impossible as imagining myself opening
The doors of your dawn, and whispering that I am happy

Laia, give your voice to my mountains
So that when I shout my name
I can, at least dream
That you are calling me

Laia, I would throw a party for all your freckles
I would drink until the most lethal delicacy intoxicates me
If my cup were your lips

Laia, I'm not lying if I tell you that there are mornings
When I wake up with your image
Smiling among my sheets
And I shiver to the bones

Laia, give your voice to my mountains
So that when I shout my name
I can, at least dream, Laia
That you are calling me

Laia, my words shouldn't worry you
Because I know you are the princess of another fable
And no one has died of love