Like a friend, spring has come itself
Charging the first verses of my poem with flowers
Where I bless her eyes, her body, her hair
And everything that makes my pages of writing vibrate

With each of her steps, she perfumes the space
This is my song to tell how she moves
The folds of her coat where I would like to lie
The necklaces around her neck where I could hang myself

From the tip of the lips
In these thousands of birds that the morning raises
In doubt and fever
I whisper a name that only exists in dreams
But she remains icy
She doesn't answer anything, nothing

I invent endless dreams, torrid nights
Every morning dawn returns on my empty hands
If there is a paradise at the bottom of the immense sky
It probably starts between her arms

No matter the bad paths if they go towards her
I will finish this chorus better where I call her
You will hear my eyes flow, my heart split
And open this coat where I want to lie so much

From the tip of the lips
In these thousands of birds that the morning raises
In doubt and fever
I whisper a name that only exists in dreams
But she remains icy
She doesn't answer anything, nothing
And I stay in my place
But everyone can clearly see
That of all the days that pass
I prefer, by far
The days when I see her
Like a friend, spring has come itself

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