Manuel Molina
The Little Square and the Tardón
I'm going to marry you without any conditions; I only ask for one thing called understanding.
Yesterday, as the evening faded, the stars caught your lips next to mine.
The wind through the grove debuted a melody, and I got lost on the sweet path of your lips.
My lips on your lips danced wildly with joy, my blood sang out loud, and the fountain laughed.
And when your lips finally parted from mine, the night, twice as dark, dressed in daylight.
For the First Time
For the first time, I felt like a man without knowing why. Surely, it's your fault for being so womanly.
I come to bring you memories from a man I met; he lives, but always lives remembering you. I met him on the road, and we became brothers, and I invited him to ride on my horse.
I only kissed you once, and when I think of your kiss, my lips taste like honey.
Last night I dreamed of you, it was like a fairy tale; I was the Prince of the story, and you were the Enchanted Queen. I kissed your lips, and you caressed my hair, and the stars in the sky cried with happiness.
When I woke up and saw that you were missing, I wanted to go back to sleep, but the sun wouldn't let me.
At dawn, your silk chest is just for me.
And you kiss my lips, and you bite my lips, and you beg me, and you cry for me, and your life is an offense. What can I do if I can't help it? Loving you is impossible because I don't rule my heart.