You know, sometimes it’s hard,
sometimes it’s simply beyond
your own feelings,
but not on your own.
Having a sight, an indescriptible look
of yourself on someone else eyes,
brown eyes telling you a world,
get some precious new feelings
before you lose some more,
get them to try being true,
one guitar, one soul,
yourself and no more,
she knows, not you, you’ll never know,
no tulips, no bridges, no mills,
a simple affect, a true
and conscious feeling
that she is, and you are,
not near, not beneath,
not warm but simple,
an unforgettable dream,
let’s be and dream for a second,
you’ll get it and I’ll dream about,
no matter if real, no matter if true,
let’s stand alive again,
your waves and some sandy dreams,
mine, perhaps on you.
Se pierde y se encuentra, en las noches, las tuyas y las mias.