I was shipwrecked in a little pool of stars.
I just wanted to sail, put my desire for candles.
And, the sea I filled crying for her.
A dream anchored on the Moon.
I could not see any shore and, normal
let it sink to your side.
Among the foam that caresses and runs over;
like a verse of the poem I wrote,
Your fingerprints are erasing.
My illusion is the kite that rises
and that crashes against me, against me, against me.
Where are the real seas, frozen?
And that breeze that slowly turned off the sun,
Where was it? The magical nights, do you remember?
of charquitos and stars.
Tonight the Moon was going to shine,
but the storm scared her.
Tomorrow, when the Sun rises,
he will laugh at her, but not at us.
Tonight there are thousands of stars
and a magical and radiant full Moon.
And that little pool of stars
It turned out to be a desert:
only a mirage of sand and salt,
of laughs today true.
Drop candles and you'll see my kite
that rises and that goes away, that goes away, that goes away.
Where are the real dreams, warm?
And the storms of caresses,
where the hurricane, loving us.
The night is great and it is eternal.
There are no more puddles; Only stars.
Tonight the Moon will shine,
because the storm is our love, love, love.
Tomorrow, when it comes out, the sun will cry with envy
for her and for what happened.
Tonight there are thousands of stars
and a magical and radiant Moon.
Tomorrow, when it comes out, the sun will cry with envy
for her and for what happened.
Tonight there are thousands of stars
and a magical and radiant full Moon.
Where are the seas really?
And the storms of caresses, where the hurricane?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)