Dulce storm

Dulce storm you get the warm south
And you deep Confinas heart
to not ever go so entangle these
nights of candles, wine, incense and satiety.

My life is holding on to your existence
and even without knowing if it is good or bad,
poor poet's verses are taking shape.

Felina look, Southern glance
you pop my vertigo as the twilight
bursting with the new sun and causes
an explosion of color.

Uncorking wine bottles
to uncork a new happiness.
Swim across the plain of reality
and looks forward, comes and goes.

Lorca puts background music while
still deciding the color of a wall
In which you want to get involved and so,
paint and paint.

Sometimes accompanying Bunbury and other
are my chorus you can hear
On the whole room, in the car,
in shower, Heart in magic.

Felina look, indomitable heart, King of the South
came with the shortest night, with powder
and the fire of a summer night without knowing
that both your sanity desafiarías, both mine.

Amanides that are already part of your life,
of a memory, of everything that lived and live.
Lo bueno, bad, what came
and things to come.

Trobo as missing Et ....