Yo Pienso en Ti [English translation]

She was strange,

she conversed with the wind

she was afraid of time...

She combed her hair in the early morning

to receive the sun...

She used to sit in the window

She used to draw on the glass

With her hands a prison

To capture the sun...

And in her gaze

She stopped the dawn

She said to me, I am a fairy

I'll fly up to your pillow

To steal your heart...

She hugged me and asked me

To drop my kites

That they would live in her belly...

Because they would know that...

I'm thinking about you..

I'm thinking about you...

And about your look

I'm thinking about you...

I'm thinking about you...

And about your tomorrows.

She was strange

She wrote me some poems

That, rather, were theorems

That broke the mold

Of any love poem

And suddenly one morning

She climbed up to her poetry

She left me in calligraphy

A paper saying...