Destilando Optimismo
El azar me colocaba en el camino
Un tedio sigiloso a raíz de una amistad
Que tan pocas cosquillas me alcanzaba a generar
Un tonto se conforma con un pájaro a su merced
Yo faltándole a esa norma porque siempre quiero cien
Premio a la perseverancia: Tus dotes me adjudiqué
Sectario de tu elegancia, fui feliz aquella vez
Es que hay fuegos que no logran extinguirse
O aquel, no pudo, al menos, y será que yo no quise
Me convierto en represor de mis impulsos
Se me distorsiona el pulso
Y se hace ausente, por un rato, mi respiración
Son enfectos razonables por la falta
De lo que mi alma se jacta
Ser la dueña para siempre de tu perfección
Una broma colectiva, y de vuelta a fantasear
Con sacarte hasta el I.V.A en esta oportunidad
La nocividad del tiempo no conseguirá triunfar
Porque va a ser eterno nuestro idilio en realidad
Destilando optimismo arraigado en mi seguridad
De saber que lo mismo sentís cuando me mirás
Y es que existen fuegos que no logran extinguirse
O aquel, no pudo, al menos, y será que yo no quise
Me convierto en represor de mis impulsos
Se me distorsiona el pulso
Y se hace ausente, por un rato, mi respiración
Son enfectos razonables por la falta
De lo que mi alma se jacta
Ser la dueña para siempre de tu perfección
Distilling Optimism
Chance placed me on the path
A stealthy boredom in the wake of a friendship
That was so little tickling that I could generate
A fool settles for a bird at his mercy
I'm breaking that rule because I always want a hundred
Perseverance Award: I awarded myself your gifts
A follower of your elegance, I was happy that time
There are fires that cannot be extinguished
Or that one couldn't, at least, and it must be that I didn't want to
I become a repressor of my impulses
My pulse is distorted
And my breathing is absent for a while
They are reasonable defects due to the lack
What my soul boasts of
To be the owner of your perfection forever
A collective joke, and back to fantasizing
By taking out even the VAT on this occasion
The harmfulness of time will not triumph
Because our idyll will be eternal in reality
Distilling optimism rooted in my security
Knowing that you feel the same when you look at me
And there are fires that cannot be extinguished
Or that one couldn't, at least, and it must be that I didn't want to
I become a repressor of my impulses
My pulse is distorted
And my breathing is absent for a while
They are reasonable defects due to the lack
What my soul boasts of
To be the owner of your perfection forever