Transocéanica [English translation]

I'm on this transatlantic flight

listening to your melancholic verses,

letting the sound of your voice

bring you in the most

energetic way

You gave me your sleeping pills,

you gave me your synthetic oracle,

strange method

of drowning thirst, here

far of your tears,

and we don't remember

to what point we were born for it,

nor all the love

what we have access to

Nothing seems to turn the page

for this desire,

it's everything but languid,

What's the logic for your magnificent mouth to open for mine?

Give me calm, give me vertigo,

come fill the few splendid hours of mine,

strange method

of drowning thirst, here

far from your tears