Hacerte Venir

If I could take you secretly where I go
And give you all the rain of a gray day,
Make you fall in love in a soft voice
When not even the wind can hear me,
If I could from where I am...
Make you come.

If I could find a place and love you here,
Undressing the many hours of stillness,
Keep the immensity of that smell
Of late January and of living,
If I could from where I am...
Make you come.

If I could win the rush and see the sea,
Outlining the unreality of your existence,
Joining sigh and loneliness
When forgetfulness must leave.

If I could from where I am,
Oh love, make you come
To light up the city and the sun
With gestures of a storm,
If I could from where I am
Win the rush and return to the sea.

If I could drown the breeze, the humidity,
And propose to save the kiss I chose,
Feed the clarity of a hope,
Still to be dyed, if I could from where I am... Make you come.

If I could drown the thirst, the age,
The voice, reconquer you
With what remains to be said,
Join at once my anxiety
And the gentle curve of your feeling.

If I could from where I am,
Oh love, make you come
There would be no ardors to overcome,
No bandits to allow;
If I could from where I am,
Oh love, make you come,
Build dignity with fire,
Lose the place to pretend.

If I could from where I am,
Oh love, make you come,
Have your mouth and your heart
When desire wants to boil me;
If I could from where I am,
Oh love, make you come
If I could from where I am,
Oh love... Make you come!