I remember the corners of Seville
What do I look for in the memory of the moment?
of kisses and more kisses on the shore
from the river of my life and my dreams.
I would like to be a horse or be a horseman
to look for flying distance
that distance of yours that drives me away
that distance of yours that kills me.
I would like to be, again there
and contemplate triana in the month of April
and return very soon there
to kiss the shore of the guadalquivir.
I still remember the brief smile
who loose their women on the street
and that fresh, unmistakable scent
of the Maria Luisa Park and its gardens.
The old tower that watches over the bridge
he gets angry with his sister and does not talk
and the giralda says sadly
direct to me a look ..
I would like to be there again
and contemplate triana in the month of April
and return very soon there
to kiss the shore of the guadalquivir.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)