When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if them, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had pa**ed over
my forehead, my waist?
Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that color of wheat.
All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.
I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.
[original Spanish text]
Cuando tus manos salen,
amor, hacia las mias,
que me traen volando?
Por que se detuvieron
en mi boca, de pronto,
por que las reconozco
como si entonces, antes,
las hubiera tocado,
como si antes de ser
hubieran recorrido
mi frente, mi cintura?
Su suavidad venia
volando sobre el tiempo,
sobre el mar, sobre el humo,
sobre la primavera,
y cuando tu pusiste
tus manos en mi pecho,
reconoci esas alas
de paloma dorada,
reconoci esa greda
y ese color de trigo.
Los años de mi vida
yo camine buscandolas.
Subi las escaleras,
cruce los arrecifes,
me llevaron los trenes,
las aguas me trajeron,
y en la piel de las uvas
me parecio tocarte.
La madera de pronto
me trajo tu contacto,
la almendra me annunciaba
tu suavidad secreta,
hasta que se cerraron
tus manos en mi pecho
y alli como dos alas
terminaron su viaje.