The tourist

A tourist in my land, he takes my love and guides it with his hand.

He has a permanent visa like he’s gonna stay

but we know how goes this game.

He makes love to my emotions, he reproduces desires.

He kisses my thoughts he builds fires.

He conquers my land with slow movements,

but we travel my whole world in one moment.

So much passion in my torment.

He sets a home, deep in my best land.

But he never stays, he goes and returns as he pleases,

every time it’s a bit easier.

The first time was the hardest, my land still had a lot of imperfections,

but he plowed his way through,

and now he has a home to do,

whatever he wants to do.

But the next minute he’s gone

and my land is put to sale,

leaving behind just the markings of his trail.

 

M.A. Fernández

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