cuento

How much can it be, I want to know
who has less to eat,
and I invite you and ask you not to be thirsty
the emotion rocks, grows and I want to see you

I may want to kidnap you
and then go torture you, I don't know,
but I just want to contemplate
how many of your freckles I can understand
because I can't wait anymore
I want you to come have tea
and amidst all this well-being
I remember that I already took off my feet...

I lean over, refine, finish and discover
that the story, that I tell, I don't feel
like wanting to be...
and I consume the smoke I imagined...
I light up and understand that I don't know you well...

I may want to kidnap you and then go torture you, I don't know
but I just want to contemplate how many
of your freckles I can understand...
Because I can't wait anymore, I want you
to come have coffee...
and amidst all this well-being I remember
that I already took off my feet...