La Ventana

Let me look at you
through that window

that in the mornings
I see in your eyes

the brightness of your soul
color solitary

tell you
that my thoughts

I carry your dreams
and your feelings

and my soul feels
dying of sorrow

I want to talk to you
about my land I want

to talk to you about rivers
and celestial dreams

to talk to you about the wind
and its songs

about the love of the flowers
to the wet earth

let me look at you
through that window

tell you
that my thoughts

I carry your dreams
and your feelings

and my soul feels
dying of sorrow

I want to talk to you
about my land I want

to talk to you about rivers
and celestial dreams

to talk to you about the wind
and its songs

about the love of the flowers
to the wet earth

let me look at you
through that window