LOVE SONG
(TRANSLATION)

I love you, when walking

with my bag to the bus.

I love you, in that long trip

without being able to sleep.

I love you, when drinking the coffee

in a country that is not mine.

I love you, when seeing the gray walls

and when they give me the number.

I love you, while they register me

when I show my identity card.

I love you, when I wait seating

inside two square meters.

I love you, when you appear

and you say everything with your eyes.

I love you, when instead of touching your hand

I caress the heavy crystal.

I love you, during the 55 minutes

the visit lasts.

My God!, when I remembers

that I am going to be a month without see you.

I could write another song,

but I prefer to be tired.

And that phrase, the one that you won't be sick of hear it,

I am going to repeat it many more times.

When returning, just when I take the book,

I fall asleep to dream about you.

And in my dreams I love you, my dear,

like in an obsessive poetry by Xabier,

like in a narration composed by Arri,

as in a book of Obaba by Atxaga,

like in a bloody story by Mikel,

I LOVE YOU, MY DEAR