Lucia
(es hora de seguir otro camino, donde ella no sonría)
I dreamt
I saw Lucia last night
chatting on the train,
going home
from Heidelberg.
Her feet were tucked
underneath her on the seat.
Laughing lightly as she spoke
she warmly gripped my hand.
From time to time
she leant her head towards mine,
almost touching my brow with hers
and smiling like no other woman
could ever smile,
and her sweet breath whispered
the sins of paradise.