Corazon De Poeta

It has the expression of a flower
The voice of a bird
And the soul like a full moon of an April month

His words have
Winter's warmth and cold
His skin is tough like the tree that the wind lashes

And he has the heart of a poet
Of a big child, of a child man
Able to love with delirium
Able to sink into sadness

For he has the heart of a poet
Of a wanderer, of a beggar
And that's how I've known him
And that's how I like him to be
To have the heart of a poet

He has the arrogance of the sun
Candid look
His snow skin turns to fire near me

He is a faithful friend and lover
Of the stars
He walks beside me dreaming of beautiful things

And he has the heart of a poet
Of a big child, of a child man
Able to love with delirium
Able to sink into sadness

For he has the heart of a poet
Of a wanderer, of a beggar
And that's how I've known him
And that's how I like him to be
To have the heart of a poet

For he has the heart of a poet
Of a wanderer, of a beggar
And that's how I've known him
And that's how I like him to be
To have the heart of a poet