Átame

Tie knots of conscience for me
So I can connect the dots for so many coincidences
Tie bonds of good humor for me
To the boring beats of my chest

Tie me up so that none
Of this love's screams escape, nor your perfume
Tie my hands, knot the silence for me
Tie me to the tip of your love

Thread very finely
My skein of words
Thread a poem
And give it to hope
Thread carefully, it's not enough
If you distract love

Because in love
You can't lose the thread
Thread carefully, it's not enough

Thread your passion with your body to my hands
Thread what's unraveled
Thread seconds of illusion
And forever from my love to your hair

Tie up every thought for me
Tie dreams to any tail of clouds
Tie me to your luck, I want to love you
Serve me two fingers of your love