Estas Ganas de Llorar

I am not the owner of the clasp of your bra,
Nor of the air that could lift your skirt.
I am not the owner of your desires to kiss,
Nor of the reasons you may have to ignore me.

I am not the owner of the past that burned
Crazy ideas into your hard drive.
I am not the owner of the possibility
To get a little closer to your desires.

If I could be the owner of a message
In Morse code when you blink.
If you opened a door of the present to me,
You would give a reason to my future.

Owner of everything when I dream,
And of nothing when I have.
Such wretched misery to fall in love like this,
With you who are not mine.

Owner of everything when I dream,
And of nothing when I have.
Living among riddles tickling
These desires to cry.

I am not the owner of a 'yes' in your speech,
Nor of a 'no' that kills hope.
I am not the owner of what you want to give me,
Nor of what you have taken from me unknowingly.

If I could be oxygen and sneak in
Stealthily into your circulation,
I would without complaint take on the task
Of pleasing your senses.

Owner of everything when I dream,
And of nothing when I have.
Such wretched misery to fall in love like this,
With you who are not mine.

Owner of everything when I dream,
And of nothing when I have.
Living among riddles tickling
These desires to cry...