Hacerte Venir

If I could take you secretly where I go
and give you all the mist of a gray day;
to make you fall in love in a whisper when not even the wind can hear me;
if I could from where I am, make you come.

If I could find a place and love you
undressing the many hours of stillness;
to keep the intensity of that smell of late January and for living;
if I could from where I am, make you come.

If I could capture the breeze and see the sea
drawing the unreality of your existence;
to join sigh and loneliness when forgetting must leave.

If I could from where I am, oh love, make you come
to light up the city and the sun with gestures of a storm;
if I could from where I am capture the breeze and return to the sea.

If I could drown the breeze, the humidity
and propose to save the kiss I chose;
to feed the clarity of a hope yet to be dyed;
if I could from where I am, make you come.

If I could drown the thirst, the age, the voice,
to reconquer you with what remains to be said;
to unite at once my anxiety and the gentle curve of your feeling.

If I could from where I am, oh love, make you come
there would be no trees to violate, no bandits to indulge.
If I could from where I am, oh love, make you come
to have your mouth and your heart when desire wants to boil me.
If I could from where I am, oh love, make you come.
If I could from where I am, oh love, make you come.