Yo Pienso En Ti

She was strange
Conversed with the wind
She was afraid of time
She combed her hair in the early morning
To welcome the Sun
She sat by the window
Drew on the glass
With her hands a prison
To catch the Sun

And in her gaze
She stopped the dawn
She told me she was a fairy
I will fly to your pillow
To paint your heart
She hugged me and asked me
To release my kites
And in her belly they would live
Because she knew that I

I think of you, I think of you
And in your gaze
I think of you, I think of you
And in your mornings

She was strange
She wrote me some poems
That were more like theorems
That broke the schemes
Of any love verse
And suddenly one morning
She climbed onto her poetry
And left me in calligraphy
A paper saying

I think of you, I think of you
And in your gaze
I think of you, I think of you
And in your mornings

I think of you, I think of you
And in your gaze
I think of you, I think of you
And in your mornings