I met you while watching
trains that never returned.
You were waiting for another man at the station,
you looked tired.
I didn't know what to say.
Words remained
sleeping in my throat.
Finally time put us together
like planets orbiting.
You collected suns, you told me,
I showed you my wounds.
You let your hair loose
and tied up time with your band.
And now I look at you
after so many years.
I think I own you
many songs,
watering the flowers from your lap.
Time and its tides kept
rocking us with their beat.
The fierce chant from a swan warrior
announced a new century.
Men fell, walls were raised
and you were still with me.
Now I write you this song.
Madrid waves its stamens.
I can't find that last verse
and my door opens.
C'mon, come to bed,
you whisper to me, don't you see it's getting late?
And now I look at you
after so many years.
I think I owe you
many songs,
watering the flowers from your lap.
