Oh, thief! Hunting down
here you are!
Talking to me about love
like you know what is that!
How logical is not to share
the best thing you've got?
Glaring at me with a look
that beheads so hot,
like I was stealing your light spot,
like I am someone to boo.
Isn't love memorable?
Lacing me up and saying
it's me that laces you.
What do you do in my house!
You hippie! You fool!
Isn't love unbuyable?
Begging me to release you
when it's you caging yourself.
In circles flies the same one bird
thinking it's being chased.
Isn't love uncontainable?
And tell me bird,
don't your wings weigh?
Can't you spare your powder in the sand
on some sparrow date?
I tell you, the dove isn't afraid
of touching the earth,
and love isn't a thing
for you to wear.