Se N'anireu [English translation]

I would have to look,

in the neckline of time,

for the first smile,

the delirium of the first kiss.

Little silver spoon,

who looks into your mirror,

with their little crooked mouth

and a strand of thyme in their buttonhole?

Close your mouth, open your eyes,

take the handkerchief,

and when I count to three,

you'll see the fear disappear.

Don't say anything now,

stay still and you'll hear,

listen to how the bell

tolls 'banzim-banzam'.

You'll go, I know it very well,

you won't tell me where, I know

may you have a good voyage,

good sails and good wind.

Head towards the grove,

bare in its leaves,

with a short step,

and a thread of light in your pulse.

Short hours of nacre,

sweet taste of the night,

they fall like flakes of wool,

white tips over the chest.

I wish you would stay,

close to my fireplace,

I'll leave the chairs,

in case you return.

I close my eyes and see you laughing,

I still count to three,

and I've forgotten all my grievances,

I say nothing and the silence

brings me back to your breath,

words that are like crystals,

that dazzle even the blind.

Head towards the grove,

covered with dead leaves,

with the firm temperance

that the years have given you.

I'll stay here,

with the white handkerchief in hand,

the one that you taught me

to embroider when I was a child.

• Artist:Mara Aranda
• Album:Lo Testment [2013]