I've built you in every night of your absence,
I've shaped your burning lips,
I kissed them with passion, I kissed them tenderly,
I have caressed them with my hands
like desperately looking for a way in the air,
a sigh to hold on to
looking for in them your warm presence.
I've built you in every night of your absence,
shaping your grand smile,
wanting to hear your laugh, your singular laugh,
and laugh with you to comfort this heart that hides like the sun.
every afternoon when you're gone.
I've built you in every night of your absence,
painting your body in the air,
wanting to run through your warm hills,
kiss the fresh daisies that grow on them,
to dislodge their petals with my tongue,
watching your gaze get lost in the night
looking at the clouds and the stars
feeling like the freshness of our pleasure
runs right through our backs.
I've built you in every night of your absence,
sculpting our bodies between white sheets,
between the yellow sand of a beach,
between the warm mist of a black Ford, Barcelona license plate,
in the living room of a crowded disco,
to immerse ourselves in our love,
in our kisses,
in the burning touch of our bodies,
and arrive defeated by pleasure
to ecstasy, to the nirvana we have built
with our caresses.
I've built you in every night of your absence,
to look for you inside of me,
to give you all my feelings with my hands,
to hold you in the air even for a moment.
and get lost in a sea of uncontrollable chills,
to fall asleep with your image
in the desert of his absence
waiting for the day you give me to drink the water of your presence.
