El Puentes Poem by Lady Midnight

He was like a cloud, so far, faraway
And she was a dropp of a rain
Condensing, a silent, unsafe in the crystal air.
She said to him: besame, besame mucho
Until I’ll disappear.

He didn’t hear her
Imprisoned so high and so long
Now flying slowly, above the fields of gold.

They were so fragile and small
And didn’t need much
Only one thing
Sentir el sol desde ambos lados.

When the night came on
She was in another place
Only then was he able to understand
That she created him
From every single tear.
They are flying