Mis Ganas

My desires to see you
Are like a cluster
Of celestial grapes
My desires
Are like the shine of the apple

They are like drops of dew
That, one by one, form a river
They are like tears unshed
That inside me raise a sea

My desires to see you
Are like the fury
Carried by the torrent
My desires
Are more daring than a burning pine

They are like a child on their knees
In wonderland
Like lightning bolts of corn
Crossing a happy world

My desires to see you are
Sad and proud like a lion