Pequena Arana Bonita

There is something about you
That feels so familiar,
Pequena arana bonita.
Like a flavor already tasted,
A meaning expressed
through some other word
Once frequently spoken
Lost somewhere in time
Only to return once again,
Una divina eco
That cannot be forgotten.
A la mi orejas,
Musica.
Pero a la mi corazón,
Tortura.

Foolishly I thought
I was leading you into my web,
When instead I was slowly,
Unknowingly,
getting tangled into one
You had already set.
Who is hunting,
And who is the hunted?

Maybe I should stay away,
But foolishly or maybe selfishly
Here I continue to stay,
The jester in the cruel joke
That life has set to play.
Here I am meeting you,
You reaching out for me,
In a moment of two souls connecting
Only to be second to your discovery.

Pequena arana bonita
Who brings calm like a silent river,
Stranded here like a stone on shore
Unable to move in further.
Must I remain at what seems like
Only arms reach,
But what feels like
A vast space spanning between now
And several eternities.
Must the fates
Reawaken such familiarity
And tempt me with an image
I crave to touch
But can only see?

…Me encantaría robar tu corazón.