Cancion De Amor Y Oficina

I saw you disappear under the storm,
on your way to work, very early in the morning
Who would be rain in your coat
leaving in your wake
crowns of water?

You yawn dreaming of suns, deserted beaches.
You are interrupted by a phone call. Who would be the breeze
from the air conditioning
that makes your hair stand on end
in the office?

You come back home and disrupt my plans
and the scaffolding in La Latina.

I know outside a fire of feathers and tar
tinges the roofs of the world with ashes.
Let me forget my debts for a moment.
If the planet explodes, let it catch us together.

In the trenches of Madrid they search for a treasure
hidden by a dragon sleeping under your feet.
How clumsy and naive they are!
I have the treasure:
I sleep with it.

Tonight I will give you the kisses you've been waiting for,
so ask for a day off at work.
Pick up the phone,
close the blinds
firmly shut.

I open a bottle and call the 'Chinese spot',
and we celebrate in style.

Life sometimes invites you for a round,
winks at you, grants a truce.
Maybe this dream will only last a second,
but, without a doubt, it will have been worth it.