Estigma De Amor
Si miro al cielo siempre encuentro consuelo,
porque aunque estés lejos, es el mismo techo.
Si escribo poemas en que hable de tus recuerdos,
sé que tu oración en respuesta es pierdes tu tiempo.
Y el mismo no es en vano, he vivido demasiado,
aun con tanta historia, tú estás y permanecerás.
Te abrazaré y te besaré en mis sueños,
despertaré, mojada en tu recuerdo.
Caminaré sabiendo que un día estuve entre tus dedos.
Serás mi estigma de amor, pues te tuve y perdí tu vuelo.
Mirando entre las calles yo hallé tu silueta,
y voy desesperadamente a entregarte un abrazo.
No llego a la esquina del tren a enfrentar mi fracaso,
por miedo a saber quien es ella que hoy coge tu mano.
Y el tiempo no es en vano, he vivido demasiado,
aun con tanta historia, tú estás y permanecerás.
Te abrazaré y te besaré en mis sueños,
despertaré, mojada en tu recuerdo.
Caminaré sabiendo que un día estuve entre tus dedos.
Serás mi estigma de amor, pues te tuve y perdí tu vuelo.
Que difícil es borrar memorias más allá del cuerpo.
Convertiste el amor en todo un misterio.
Y aunque ya no estés no importa
ya solo basta con saberlo.
Te abrazaré y te besaré en mis sueños,
despertaré, mojada, mojada en tu recuerdo.
Caminaré sabiendo que un día estuve entre tus dedos.
Serás mi estigma de amor, pues te tuve y perdí tu vuelo.
Seras mi estigma de amor, ya es orgullo saber
que tu boca me pertenecio ayer.
Stigma of Love
If I look at the sky, I always find solace,
because even though you're far away, it's the same roof.
If I write poems that speak of your memories,
I know your prayer in response is you're wasting your time.
And the same is not in vain, I have lived too much,
even with so much history, you are and will remain.
I will hug and kiss you in my dreams,
I will wake up, soaked in your memory.
I will walk knowing that one day I was between your fingers.
You will be my stigma of love, for I had you and lost your flight.
Looking through the streets, I found your silhouette,
and I desperately go to give you a hug.
I don't reach the corner of the train to face my failure,
for fear of knowing who she is holding your hand today.
And time is not in vain, I have lived too much,
even with so much history, you are and will remain.
I will hug and kiss you in my dreams,
I will wake up, soaked in your memory.
I will walk knowing that one day I was between your fingers.
You will be my stigma of love, for I had you and lost your flight.
How difficult it is to erase memories beyond the body.
You turned love into a whole mystery.
And even if you're no longer here, it doesn't matter
it's enough to know.
I will hug and kiss you in my dreams,
I will wake up, soaked, soaked in your memory.
I will walk knowing that one day I was between your fingers.
You will be my stigma of love, for I had you and lost your flight.
You will be my stigma of love, it's already a pride to know
that your mouth belonged to me yesterday.