En Aranjuez

I return here
for the magic of your music.
Your strings are paths
that bring me yesterday,
life returns to my landscapes,
hearing you, guitar.

Right here,
at the edge of a sunset,
it was like a whirlwind
mix of fear and heat, love,
for the first time I was a woman,
I felt beauty being born.

Your hands were my hands
and your gaze my gaze.

Next to you
even the river filled with love
and a new radiance
like a torrent blinded me,
then time extinguished it
and now it's just a chord.

Your hands were my hands
and your gaze my gaze.
Always united forever.

I return here
for the magic of your music.
Your strings are paths
that bring me yesterday,
life returns to my landscapes
hearing you, guitar.

And even though you're not here
everything tastes like you, in Aranjuez.