Quiero Contarte

I want to tell you, girl
how the meaning of things changes.
It's like a door
wide or narrow
depending on your way of being.
The bird with white wings
flies high at your level.
I want to tell you, girl
everything, as I saw it yesterday:
It was like a beautiful dream
deep and ours
everything was stirred up
with the joy of being
I can't take it anymore
I want to tell you, girl
everything as I saw it yesterday.