Quien Quiera Que Seas

There is nothing of yours that I don't want to see
I'm not so sure
That I know you.

I barely sense something about you
And everything else
Is in the shadow

I look at you and think,
I look at you and tell myself:
"Whoever you are,
Where did you come from?"

I want everything, and I'm very clear that I won't
Understand you
More than in part.

I care much more
To see you vibrate, like that,
Than to decipher you

I see you and I want
You to see me
Whoever you are
Whoever you are.

So little of yours that now I am
And I never was
So much of anyone...