LIKE SANDALWOOD
The placid tranquility of your beauty
Conquered my poet's heart.
I immediately flew away
Into the depths of history
Searching the reason for your fear.
I brought you a flower,
You smiled and lent me your heart
And I took it, forgetting
That I was only borrowing it,
But I thought it was mine.
Your scent is so strong
That reality is not the same
As it used to be.
And it never will be.
Your scent is so strong…
I return your heart
I hope you don't mind
That I would love to borrow it
If you gave me the chance,
Just another chance.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo