De Nadie

Whose is the color
And the cloud and the star;
From nobody.

And love without a rudder
When it prances;
From nobody.
Whose is the blue
Illuminating tides;
From nobody.

And that sailboat
Lost at sea;
From nobody.

From nobody,
From nobody;
You left
And I have never returned
To belong to anybody;
To the wind,
To the air
To the sea breeze
That as it passes
Gilds my skin.

From nobody,
From nobody;
From nobody have I wanted to be
Neither love
Nor lover;
I am only
Of the air
That caresses my hair
And goes away
Perfuming my street.

Look what a shame
Because that
Sailor
Believed
That my love,
That my love
Was his.

And the foam horse
That trots in the seas;
From nobody.
Whose is the scent
Of orange blossoms;
From nobody.
And the smell of dew
At dawn;
From nobody.