El Cuentacuentos

Once upon a time there was a storyteller in your life,
Who got lost in a somewhat absurd story,
You arrived in his dreams without warning,
On a night as dark as today.

You let him talk to you about a desert,
Where men live without age,
And about lands of ice, where books are edited,
With letters from shipwrecks to the sea.

Do you remember he talked to you about desire?,
Playing chess in Shangri-La,
About a city lost in a cloud,
Where tears fall into the sea.

About an angel who bet that you didn't love me,
And the sword that I won from him,
About climbing the curve of your back,
Wanting to conquer your nakedness.

And you, made me the storyteller of your life,
And I, like a lost jester at your feet,
And you, let me heal your wounds,
And I, don't know what to do with all our yesterday.

Do you remember one night on the stairs?,
I gave you a wish for Saint John,
And you asked for it now I understand,
That your freedom should begin.

Because of that night, a story has come out,
That I always try not to finish,
In case I find you in someone else's eyes and you remember me,
And decide to write another ending.

And you, made me the storyteller of your life,
And I, like a lost jester at your feet,
And you, let me heal your wounds,
And I, don't know what to do with all our yesterday.

And you, have become all my lies,
And I couldn't be one of your whys,
And you, tell the world that you forget me,
And I tell anyone who listens,
That I loved you, that I loved you, that I loved you,
That I loved you.