I met her an evening
while she hunted boleros with her guitar.
She wore a pair of jeans,
and a small yellow rose blossom in her hair.
What are you goin to do?
she asked me while smiling.
"Whatever you want", I answered.
We went to the sea and dove with our dreams.
I blinked my eyes, and a dolphin
drew a curly wave in her chest.
Then I laughed, and the ice was broken;
we bited each other's fingers
like a viola at a cello solo.
You're like a little ant
that kisses me and bites me,
that runs through my back
and lays down in my beard
to study geography.
You're like a trapecist
going through my tongue;
and you flowery circus
takes over me and lets me go.
Out of measure,
out of measure,
you are.
And I wanted to cry,
but only with my right eye.
She talked about the moon and Chopin,
as I played the Prelude of a Kiss.
Then I laughed, and the ice was broken;
we bited each other's fingers
like a viola at a cello solo.
You're like a little ant
that kisses me and bites me,
that runs through my back
and lays down in my beard
to study geography.
You're like a trapecist
going through mi tongue;
and you flowery circus
takes over me and lets me go.
Out of measure,
out of measure,
you are.