Tu Prisa
Lo pude mirar en tus ojos ayer,
estabas tan lejos, no había que decirlo,
tu prisa era un ave queriendo volver
y dejar cielo atrás los ratos vividos.
Con una mirada me diste a entender, y aunque
ya me avisabas que te había perdido,
tu boca mintiéndome, un beso, los ojos
me hubiera cerrado, de no haber notado
tu prisa, esa tu ansiosa prisa.
¿Adónde te incita a volver?
¿Adónde te tiene sujeta
que no te permite dejar de volver?
¿Adónde van tus alas,
esas alas que no acaban de
llenarse de mañana y te urgen siempre a continuar?
Mentira que dude y que no quiera ver
que el tiempo es el tiempo y palabras eternas
se van como a veces llegan a venir,
a la par del delirio que insiste en tus piernas.
Así te mantengo en la mente y te sé
buscando mi boca y juntando tu cuerpo.
No quiero pensarlo y te vuelvo a tener
atrapada a la luz húmeda de un recuerdo con prisa,
esa tu ansiosa prisa.
¿Adónde te incita a volver?
¿Dónde te tiene sujeta
que no te permite dejar de volver?
¿Qué viento abrió tus alas de gaviota demorada,
tras del ruego que no basta para detenerte más?
Oh, ya lo pude ver en tus ojos ayer,
que el mundo siempre tiene tanto que no has visto.
Las aves se marchan, y el viento otra vez
te agita el cabello y te vuelve a invitarlo a probar,
como brisa fresca de tu sonrisa fugaz.
Your Hurry
I could see it in your eyes yesterday,
you were so far away, there was no need to say it,
your hurry was a bird wanting to return
and leave the sky behind the moments lived.
With a glance, you made me understand, and although
you were already warning me that I had lost you,
your mouth lying to me, a kiss, the eyes
would have closed me, had I not noticed
your hurry, that anxious hurry of yours.
Where does it urge you to return?
Where does it hold you
that it doesn't allow you to stop coming back?
Where do your wings go,
those wings that never seem to
be filled with tomorrow and always urge you to continue?
A lie that doubts and doesn't want to see
that time is time and eternal words
leave as they sometimes come to arrive,
alongside the delirium that insists on your legs.
So I keep you in mind and I know
you're looking for my mouth and joining your body.
I don't want to think about it and I have you again
trapped in the humid light of a memory in a hurry,
that anxious hurry of yours.
Where does it urge you to return?
Where does it hold you
that it doesn't allow you to stop coming back?
What wind opened your wings like a delayed seagull,
after the plea that is not enough to stop you more?
Oh, I could see it in your eyes yesterday,
that the world always has so much you haven't seen.
The birds leave, and the wind once again
stirs your hair and invites you to try it again,
like a fresh breeze from your fleeting smile.