Punto de Partida [English translation]

I look for you in the world that drowns me,

that holds me and forgets me,

in the hurry of the people,

turning the corner.

And you scape like the fish from the shore,

like the day from the night,

always close and they never look at each other.

And I would like

that we meet, face to face,

to resume from the wound,

to dare from zero,

without cautions or lies.

And give in fearless

to the light of a new day,

always looking for illusions

through the path of life.

And I face in the nights

a very empty bed

and I fill it with stories, adventures and malices,

then comes your memory and its farewell song

and I find myself, night after night,

at the starting point... at the starting point.

The morning wakes me up, and I have a new day

and I paint it with colors in the case you come back,

and I desguise as poet, as Andalusian minstrel,

and I llok for you on the streets and people don't even look at me.

And again in the nights this very empty bed

that I fill with stories, adventures and malices,

then comes your memory and its farewell song

and I find myself, night after night,

at the starting point

and I find myself, night after night at this... starting point.