THANK YOU
Thank you for being so beautiful.
Your heart used to be mine
And you used to come to me, looking for comfort.
I look out the window, the sun has come out,
You are happy and that all that matters.
I look around and see what I can find.
I lost you in the crowd and now I can't decide.
Your presence is still so strong I can touch it,
Your thin delicate hand that I only had to follow
And rest forever in your loving bosom,
The garden I always dreamt of
The garden we had and I destroyed.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo