Coleccionista

I keep the taste of the breeze in your hair
The laughter that erupted when you stepped in the puddle
The exact color of the sky that Tuesday
When you said my name for the first time
I have no albums or dusty boxes
Just this invisible trunk that I carry inside

And people ask me what I collect
If I don't have stamps or gold coins

I am an air collector
Of seconds that they dance barefoot
I capture the fleeting moment
And I keep it where no one can reach it
Air collector
Of glances that are worth a year
Every moment is my fortune
Even if it doesn't fill my hands

I treasure the silence before your answer
The tremor in your voice when you confessed to me
The humidity of that afternoon on the Malecón
When the downpour caught us dancing
I have the scent of gardenias stored away
From the park where we promised to return

And people don't understand this obsession I have
To preserve the invisible as if it were eternal

I am an air collector
Of seconds that they dance barefoot
I capture the fleeting moment
And I keep it where no one can reach it
Air collector
Of glances that are worth a year
Every moment is my fortune
Even if it doesn't fill my hands

Let others search for diamonds and pearls in the ocean
I prefer that gesture of yours
When you take my hand
Let others count the bills
I count heartbeats
Shared breaths
Sunrises lived

I am an air collector
Of seconds that they dance barefoot
I capture the fleeting moment
And I keep it where no one can reach it
Air collector
Of glances that are worth a year
Every moment is my fortune
(My fortune, my fortune)
Even if it doesn't fill my hands

Air collector
(Air, air)
Collector of life