Si Yo Fuera Tu Amante

What could happen if you were the world,
an asphalt and concrete skin,
if in the sea of your mouth slowly spilled
for love toxic residues
if they burned your hair like forests burn
and buried your back among thousands of cans?

What could happen if you were the earth, your gaze a gray horizon
if they treated your body like sand dust
little by little until the end
if they filled your chest with stuck papers
that later with the smoke will fall by my side

If you were the world and I were your lover
I would pamper your body to have it within my reach
drawing a trace that would excite your mind
I would find the rain in the sweat of your forehead!
If you were the world and I were your lover
from my mouth a tide that spreads in yours
From my soul caresses without getting tangled
if I were your lover!

What could happen if the future and the imagination of a planet that spins on a tangled path
by war, hunger, and pain were in your hands
if you could still find a way out
to give shelter to what remains of life?

What could happen if the beat of that heart
that agonizes leaving the universe locked
in a room where there is no love fell into your hands
if you could still understand that it belongs to everyone
and that all men can do more than just one?

If you were the world and I were your lover!
I would pamper your body to have it within my reach
drawing a trace that would excite your mind
I would find the rain in the sweat of your forehead!
If you were the world and I were your lover
From my mouth a tide that spreads in yours
from my soul caresses without getting tangled
if I were your lover!