Paso del Rey
It's a green horizon,
of groves that get lost under the blue sky.
While they paint the morning,
two towers that love each other and discover you.
A perfume of sun and mint,
and almost without realizing you are barefoot, and the dew
he caresses you like a child.
The one who was tasting honey,
when I was happy in Paso del rey.
On your red roofs, the remains of my youth are undone.
Heaven of my spring,
cantarillo that you still expect, trick, broom and mus.
I return early youth,
to your crickets and your frogs, to the dearest friend,
the injured teenager.
The one that went, revealing me,
for a woman in Paso del Rey.
I want to see the thistle grow,
Branch to branch on the mud until it opens in bloom.
And astride a pine,
see the bottom of the road and forget who I am.
Even for a moment,
just by drinking the wind, going up the bridge, the river,
be the skin of what I have been.
The one who was tasting honey,
when I was happy in Paso del Rey.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)