Comiéndote A Besos (part. Mireya Bravo)

Four were the seconds
That passed until I could find you
Among the frozen faces
And it felt like an eternity
Looking at you and seeing
My reflection in your eyes

And today I bless the random reasons
Why you chose to pick my bench
To wait, to find

It was your touch, it was your scent
Awakening my hormones
That forced me to close my mind and breathe
And control the activation

And my reason turned
Into searching for you in the streets
In the parks, stores, bars
In smiles and glints of glass
Whoever pursued, achieved
And this story began to shine

And one day you dared to confess to me that you were
So afraid that I would know about your reality
And you don't understand

That it's not your positive sign
That invests in conflict
The things of love
That it's you who stirs me up
That it's you who makes me fall in love
You who turns me into the best person

And if I have to shout out what I feel
I tell you that I love you with your luck, with your shit
With past, with present, with or without illness

And you don't see that I want to keep
Eating you up with kisses

That it's not your positive sign
That invests in conflict
The things of love
That it's you who stirs me up
That it's you who makes me fall in love
You who turns me into the best person

And if I have to shout out what I feel
I tell you that I love you with your luck, with your shit
With past, with present, with or without illness

And you don't see (and you don't see) that I want to keep
Eating you up with kisses

And you who don't see that I want to keep
Eating you up with kisses