Las moras

Sweet little mouth like the blackberry, there are only two
if one deceives me, the other dyes me with its color.
You live captive like the blackberry of its flavor
white in the hand, honey in the mouth, I have you.
The white blackberry, the black blackberry
one wants me, the other leaves me
but none of them moves away from me
and little by little I go crazy with so much love.
The black blackberry paints and repaints my temptation
And I can't find anything to erase it from my heart.
The white blackberry leaves no trace of its passion
and yet fills my illusion with syrup.