Sentado al Borde de Ti.

I am an observer, a fleeting witness
of a part of your dreams come true.
I want to breathe your real atmosphere,
that air that for others may be deadly.
I look and you're no longer there, I'm left with a taste
one more image and an echo of voice
around me
far and close to my imagination
my games of chance,
that kind of silence when you're not here.
Colorful clouds with animal shapes
remind me of your details and my loneliness.
I walk because walking leads me to you,
if I have to stop, you move away from me.
And I, battling with the ghosts
of the treble and bass
often wake up sitting at the edge of you,
abyss that accompanies me and takes away my reason,
I'm sitting, sitting at the edge of you.
I have a script, an actor, and some place
for each different day, a carnival.
Who surprises whom,
if you scare me and by screaming, you scare yourself too.
Draw again, your magic is complete
let the paper stir up your sea, around you.
And I, battling with the ghosts
of the treble and bass
often wake up sitting at the edge of you,
abyss that accompanies me and takes away my reason.
Come back again, the fire is next to me.
Battling with the ghosts
of the treble and bass,
I'm sitting, sitting at the edge of you.