Tu equipaje
Andrés Suárez
Your Luggage
Monday, April fourteenth
Mexico's airport announces turbulence
No matter the destination
They've seen your dress
And in eleven hours, you'll be with me
Add a layover in Paris
So your love can grow and you understand
That if they lose your bags, you belong here now
Like clothes, I have my hands to keep you warm
As a story, I give you the Moon I promised
And the medicine from my mouth
And the light that floats for you
With your unique way of speaking
You'll be the course for sailors
Who can't imagine your smile
With your mother earth's womb
You'll care for the bark
Of the wooden wounds that were in me
And if you lose a word
Let my guitar offer it to you
And in the morning of green juice, I'll make you laugh
Like clothes, I have my hands to keep you warm
As a story, I give you the Moon I promised
And the medicine from my mouth
And the light that floats for you
I'll take you dancing, to speak your language under the sea
If you're not here, what's the point of the air?
They just announced your return and I
Have hidden your luggage
And if you decide to come back, I'll write you a poem
So on the Day of the Dead, you'll know where I am
I promise, every second, springtime
So the world smells like you.
