Today the words fail me, I don't know,
It may be because I have come to talk to you about love.
You can try to understand me or not,
but I won't change my mind.
What is very clear here
is that I have come for you.
Don't tell me that you don't have anything to give me, love,
and don't change the topic.
Today the full moon burns
like this silence that is so uncomfortable.
It has been awhile that I have noticed that you kiss your cross
if there is something bad in the news.
And that you bite your lower lip
when the leading man kisses the main character.
That you sigh to the sky
as if making a wish
when night starts to fall.
And that you take selfies
puckering your lips
as if you were a fish.
It has been awhile since I have observed you,
one day more than I have loved you, woman.
And tell me now what you think
about what I have told you, love.
You don't have to beat around the bush,
let your heart speak.
What is very clear here
is that I have come for you.
Don't tell me that you don't have anything to give me, love,
and don't change the topic.
Today the full moon burns
like this silence that is so uncomfortable.
It has been awhile that I have suspected
that nested in your chest, I would reach glory,
and that you have a craving in the lowest part of your back,
where I lose my memory.
That you don't like to watch scary movies alone
when it starts to rain.
And that you move your hips
when Aventura or Bosé play on the radio.
It has been awhile since I have observed you,
one day more than I have loved you, woman.
I want you to be my muse,
my compass, my 64th note,
my most pagan harmony,
my script with a plot,
my tale but without fairies.
I want to be a vagrant
that wanders the world
hand-in-hand with his lady,
till I reach your skin
so that I can kiss your soul.