Cualquier Mañana

Any morning I wake up still alive
and I slide you under my thumb,
I untie your hair with pleasure
and then I say looking without looking:
you are a woman, you are a woman.

Any morning I truly love you
even if I don't swear, even if I want to live,
even if your body of soap bothers me,
even if the greeting is the gesture of leaving:
you are a song, you are a song.

Any noon after
I will keep traveling for you.
How beautiful I found you and how beautiful you are.
How beautiful you will be later.
You are a song, you were a woman.

Any morning I wake up still sick,
after jibaro dreams and vegetal smoke,
I sleep with another, I ask her about you,
I wash your mortal sin on my chest
and I go back to sleep, and I go back to sleep.

Any morning I tell you where I am
so you never come looking for me.
Any morning I don't leave here anymore.
Any morning I sit down to wait
for the future, the future.

Any noon after
I will keep traveling for you.
How beautiful I found you and how beautiful you are.
How beautiful you will be later.
You are a song, you were a woman.