There are men who come to heal…

And then, they make their early diagnosis. 

They look at you and detect you. 

They land in your little world, But they don't conquer you. 

They don't plunder you. They don't deceive you.
They bring love in little bottles. 

And they do what they have to do for you. 

For your soul. For your pain. 

For the desire you had to find something different in life. 

There are men who know. 

Even without knowing. Even without suspecting. 

Even without being completely aware of the importance they have. 

They know with another wisdom. 

They smile with other smiles.
They say with other words. 

They do magic. 

There are men like that. I swear. 

I have seen them. I know them. 

I watch them act. 

From afar or up close. 

I admire them. 

Sometimes, I let myself be moved by them. 

Because they have art in their hands, their mouth, their soul. 

They open you up. And you don't mistrust them for a second. 

Because they are friends. But they are not common friends. 

They are rare friends. 

They are friends from other places. They are star companions.
They arrive. They do. They say. They look. They come. 

They are not always going to like you. 

They are not always going to love you the way you want to be loved. 

You are not always going to love them the way they want you to love them. 

It's something else. 

They are going to arrive to fulfill destiny.
They are going to arrive to improve your life for a while. 

To return a favor from some time ago. 

To sign a pact. Because they are something else. Deeper. Stranger. 

More capable of staying inside you. 

Because these men will live in those places where you don't allow anyone to enter.
Because you will stay inside them 

like a girl who stays looking at the sea on the beach at night. 

There are men who arrive to repair the women they repair. 

Because they were born for that. To cure those who cure.
To heal those who heal. 

Because we are companions. Loved. Lovers. Loving. 

And when two such beautiful companions collide, come together, intertwine, love each other in their own way, the universe celebrates.
The universe is grateful and so am I, because you are that one...

Y entonces, hacen su diagnóstico precoz. Te miran y te detectan. Desembarcan en tu pequeño mundo como Colón en América. Pero no te conquistan. Ni te saquean. Ni te engañan.
Ellos sólo traen amor en frasquitos. Y hacen lo que tienen que hacer por ti. Por tu Alma. Por tu dolor. Por las ganas que tenías de encontrarte algo distinto en la vida. Hay hombres que saben. Aún sin saber. Aún sin sospechar. Aún sin ser completamente conscientes de la importancia que tienen. Saben con otra sabiduría. Sonríen con otras sonrisas.
Dicen con otras palabras. Hacen magia. Hay hombres así. Te lo juro. Los he visto. Los conozco. Los miro actuar. De lejos o de cerca. Los admiro. A veces, me dejo emocionar con ellos. Porque ellos tienen arte en las manos. Ellos te abren por el medio. Y tu no desconfías ni un segundo. Porque ellos son amigos. Pero no son amigos comunes. Son amigos raros. Son amigos de otros lados. Son compañeros de estrella.
Llegan. Hacen. Dicen. Miran. Ven. No siempre vas a gustarles. No siempre te van a amar como quieres que te amen. No siempre vas a amarlos como quieren que los ames. Es otra cosa. Otra cosa. Van a llegar para cumplir con el destino.
Van a llegar para mejorarte la vida un rato. Para devolverte un favor de algún tiempo. Para firmar un pacto. Porque ellos son otra cosa. Más profunda. Más extraña. Más capaz de quedarse dentro tuyo. Porque estos hombres vivirán en esos lugares donde tu no permites entrar a nadie. Porque tú te quedarás dentro de ellos como una chica que se queda mirando el mar en la playa de noche. Hay hombres que llegan para reparar a las mujeres que reparan. Porque nacieron para eso. Para curar a las que curan.

Para sanar a las que sanan. Porque somos compañeros. Amados. Amantes. Amorosos. Y cuando dos compañeros así de bonitos se chocan, se juntan, se entrelazan, se aman a su manera, el universo festeja.

El universo agradece y yo también. Porque tu eres aquel...

         
 

Caress your soul...

I don't know how to explain it, 

but without thinking about it, one day, 

you were so inside to me

that it was impossible not to feel you.

You came to my heart like you've always belonged there.

You broke down my walls and set fire to my sleeping soul.

And I suddenly realized that 

my heart had started beating again.

So intense, so unique... as you know me... as I am.

I wanted to dedicate a thousand songs, 

my dances, my prose and my poetry,

the hidden moon and all those stars,

that distant storm in the dead of night,

 all the sunrises with that unexpected rain

and the cadence of the ocean.

I started to feel like filling you up

    with hugs and thousands of kisses

at night, live insomnia by your side,

to finally travel together until vanishing.

    I wanted the sea breeze to touch me

and feeling that sweet cold, 

to hugging you, like the first time...

and that you tell me more about your dreams and desires,

to accompany you in each of them,

may life be longer to make us completely happy,

how we deserve it so much.

I want to caress your soul,

 the skin can be touched by anyone...

Maybe this time it was fate that put us in front,

but from now on, even if they gave me 

a thousand paths to choose from,

I would always choose the one that crossed paths with yours.

I don't know if you are the one, 

but when I look at you, my chest overflows emotions 

and all my doubts are answered.

I don't pretend to swear anything that I cannot fulfill,

I will not be the one who makes you suffer,

I only seek that every night you find in me

enough reasons to stay and keep trying.

I propose to stay together

with the intention of making the routine disappear.

Create a beautiful world, without hindering us...

Make us feel that we lack nothing,

and that good intentions abound,

that we are building a shelter little by little,

with sweet words, songs, cuddles and sunsets.

Taking care of ourselves as much as we can, 

with that unique freedom to know 

that we count on each other and we are free, 

Free to be you with yourself and me with myself...

I want to be able to be free to love again...

without fear, without measures

fly towards you at night, to feel your kisses, 

see the deepens in to your eyes... 

always and to the end...