Por Ti

The rain spills for you,
Drawing water crowns, and in Madrid,
Your name is written in the steam
Of a window, and on the other side
I blow you the kiss I couldn't leave on you.

I see the promise in you
Of one last battle here in Madrid.
Today they play jazz in that bar
Where I couldn't bear
The burn that makes a truth in my mouth.

I can't find a single moment
Of calm in my time
That I don't think you should fill,
Not a corner of your body
That I shouldn't invade,
I'll forget even the language for you.

Blessed be the day I manage to wake up
With the ritual you usually wake up with.
You play at hiding
The dunes of your skin,
In the oasis of your belly I'll sink.

If you decide to continue the rest of the journey without me,
It will be so hard to survive alone in Madrid.
Maybe in that bar
They keep playing jazz,
I'll wait for you at the same table where I told you
About that leap into the void
I was planning with you,
About my desire for revolution,
About my hands turned into wind,
Rocking in your body
The poppies we planted in you.