At night, when I don't understand that your dream is wasted,
when my notes are protected with the brooch,
the one that the moon and silence lent me.
at night, when your magic It slips between your mouth,
when my soul takes refuge like crazy
from the sighs that want to come out of you.
when you sleep.
I feel jealous
of not being owner of the lament of your mouth,
I feel jealous
of the storm that the night causes you, jealousy.
I feel jealous of the fabric that covers you,
I feel jealous, jealousy.
irremediably jealousy,
those who tell me when everything is too little,
those who pinch my anger at me,
the enemies of the verses I wrote.
when you sleep,
it is your gaze that floods my condemnation,
it is my gaze that suffers that pain in me,
in which your eyes are dark for me.
when you sleep.
I feel jealous
of not being the owner of the lament of your mouth
I feel jealous
of the storm that the night provokes in you, jealousy.
I feel jealousy of the fabric that covers you,
I feel jealousy, jealousy.
of not being the owner of the lament of your mouth,
I feel jealousy
of the storm that the night throws at you provokes,
I feel jealous of the fabric that covers you,
I feel jealous, jealous of the edge of your mouth,
of the touch of your clothes.
hopelessly jealous,
hopelessly jealousy.