El Beso

You didn't rain again in the desert of my bed
I came to believe that you were a dream I woke up from
If not for that photo I took of you carelessly
There would be no proof that fairies do exist

You didn't rain again in the desert of my bed
I came to believe that you were a dream I woke up from
If not for that kiss I stole from you carelessly
At the Transmilenio station when you were waiting for me

I write my romance and my drama like
Gustav Klimt, I believe there is no art without ladies
You pushed the curtain, opened the window
And your mouth exhaled marijuana smoke

I laughed at your dilated pupils
Aware that you were laughing at my revealing pupils
Out of nowhere, you asked me to close the window
And I struggled to untangle myself from your Colombian dreadlocks

And I began to love Mother Earth more
I began to enjoy your vegetarian food
I got used to the absence of makeup on your face
Because according to you, you wouldn't be yourself if you wore makeup one day

Now that I describe you, it's like I'm painting
In fact, I feel every rhyme like a brushstroke
I can paint your hands
Your untamed eyebrows and the shy kiss of the first dawn

And I ended up liking aguapanela
And you ended up loving the Venezuelan arepa
I'm planning to paint you completely in
Watercolor and place gold fragments on the canvas

I can paint you still or while you get dressed
Reading every letter you wrote on the mirror
I can paint your face after hearing my joke
Or paint the sad kiss with which you said goodbye

You didn't rain again in the desert of my bed
I came to believe that you were a dream I woke up from
If not for that photo I took of you carelessly
There would be no proof that fairies do exist

You didn't rain again in the desert of my bed
I came to believe that you were a dream I woke up from
If not for that kiss I stole from you carelessly
At the Transmilenio station when you were waiting for me

And I ended up liking aguapanela
And you ended up loving the Venezuelan arepa
I'm planning to paint you completely in
Watercolor and place gold fragments on the canvas

And I ended up liking aguapanela
And you ended up loving the Venezuelan arepa