Stay, once again, still
the night is too long outside;
only occasional drunk steps
betray a world behind the windows.
Come for a bite, so I can reel you
into the shore of my night dreams
to look at the time pass
beyond our coral island.
Stay, the morning is late,
as usual in Latin meridians,
there’s always time for siesta
when time is all we have.
Beyond, skies get blue and gray
and ships go sinking,
inside is the only land
which I want to explore.
Stay, you can sing alone
while I wander the cosmos,
twirling a strand of your hair,
and I untune my guitar
to the scraggy tone of my voice
to enthuse you to do no more
than lying in bed together.
Stay, humor my avidity,
meander the contours of our territory
barefooted and bareassed,
looking for a spring of night water
or pet the furry creatures at morn
to listen to the cockatoos speak
drinking Argentinean green herbata.