Brazos de Sol

Today I felt like it, not the muses.
Today I have no excuses or apologies to sing to you,
to write you a verse and overflow from here.
Even the desire of the morning about to come.

Today, first of the second of the year
while this woman breaks the space to invite herself to the end,
to admire her completely in silence and in profile
I take her hands as a stage to exist.

And it doesn't matter what they say that it's cliché
to talk about love, let them curse if they haven't tasted
the night in your arms of sun.
And it doesn't matter what they say that it's cliché
to talk about love, let them curse if they haven't tasted
the night in your arms of sun.
Noooooooo Nororororoooo, nononono...

The clock stops over us,
ten fall down sliding off your shoulders and the light filters in
that gets tangled in your hair but you set it free
Gold and diamond for a moment of blue tone.

And it doesn't matter what they say