Jueves ~ La Oreja De Van Gogh



(translation) Thursday

If I were more beautiful, and a little smarter
if I were special, if I were in a magazine
I'd have the courage of crossing the wagon
and ask who are you

You sit in front of me
and you don't even imagine
that it is for you that I wear my most beautiful skirt,
and when I see you throw a yawn at the crystal
my pupils are flooded

Suddenly you look at me
I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes
you look away
I barely breath
I become small
and I shiver

and days go on like this, from monday to friday
like the nightningales in Bequer's poem
from station to station, in front you and I
here comes the silence

Suddenly you look at me
I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes
you look away
I barely breath
I become small
and I shiver

And then it happens,
my lips wake up
they pronounce your name stammering
I suppose you are thinking "what a stupid girl"
and I want to die

but the time stops
and you approach saying:
"I don't know you, and I've been missing you"
every morning, I reject the bus and I take this train

And we are close to arriving,
my life has changed
this march 11 has been a special day
you take my hand, we get to a tunnel
that turns off the light

I find your face,
thanks to my hands
I become brave
and I kiss your lips
you say you love me
and I give to you the last breath of my heart
EdieQuinnz EdieQuinnz
31-35, F
Dec 9, 2012