El Temporal [English translation]

At last I laughed again,

I tried to learn to live

freely as the water of the sea.

And I just looked at the Moon

sitting on a dune

in the darkness of your lighthouse.

In the early morning

when retreat is called

I follow the footprint

you left yesterday.

My boat

is too tired,

when a knot is loosened

you tighten it again.

You come back to me

like the south-west wind

little by little

like waves in the port.

You know you hurt me,

you're like salt,

the helm flees,

I lose the map

and I stay moored

to avoid the storm.

When the east wind comes strong

there's no rhyme that makes

a poet take a step.

The hours go by without you

the whistleblower waves

tell me you'll be back.

In the early morning

when retreat is called

I follow the footprint

you left yesterday.

My boat

is too tired,

when a knot is loosened

you tighten it again.

You come back to me

like the south-west wind

little by little

like waves in the harbour.

You know you hurt me,

you're like salt,

the helm flees,

I lose the map

and I stay moored

to avoid the storm.

You already know that when it rains, it pours,

you already know that the cats on my roof

are like panthers,

that today I have everything under control

maybe tomorrow it'll go

to the bottom of the sea.

You come back to me

like the south-west wind

little by little

like waves in the harbour.

You know you hurt me,

you're like salt,

the helm flees,

I lose the map

and I stay moored

to avoid the storm.

To avoid the storm.

To avoid the storm.

To avoid the storm.