Ese momento

That moment, when your steps
are sounding on the stairs.
I go crazy, my blood boils
and my pulse accelerates.
And I imagine the moisture
of your anticipated breath,
and I shudder to know
how I'm going to conquer you...
That moment that I consider
so selfishly mine.
That moment where expressions
and words end.
When your hands are placed
in the fever of my time.
That moment I don't believe
can be described.
It's crying, laughter, full life,
a way to die.
That moment I consider you
so selfishly mine...
That moment I always wait for
every evening,
I look at the door, that space,
where you will appear.
That moment I consider you
so selfishly mine.
That moment, when your steps
are sounding on the stairs.
I go crazy, my blood boils
and my pulse accelerates.
And I imagine the moisture
of your anticipated breath,
and I shudder to know
how I'm going to conquer you.
That moment that I consider
so selfishly mine...
That moment I always wait for,
and every evening
I look at the door, that space,
where you will appear.
That moment I consider you
so selfishly... mine...