El Libro (en inglés)

El Libro
That different it seems the world to the one
to rotate,
if you smile sitting in any bar,
conversing on the
eternity.
And to understand it, the life, is
now finally,
to wake up and only to think
in you,
a desire that encourages me
to continue.
In the book that I gave you,
it allows to dry that kiss next to you,
don't let that the time wrinkles,
the leaves of the book that I gave you.
As much as time the sky will leave us
that you wrap up with kisses
of sweet flavor to the door some day he/she will call.
Today I foresee that the sky comes to for me
he/she comes fierce, he/she doesn't want to see us laugh,
it is a vulture that I have to combat.
So much time writing
a history of love,
and it is now when
I understand the pain,
that he/she supposes to have that
to tell you good-bye.
In the book that I gave you,
it allows to dry that kiss next to you,
don't let that the time wrinkles,
the leaves of the book that I gave you.