I want to go back to the fire of those days... Quiero volver al fuego de aquellos días ...

I do not want you to reconstruct me, or complement me, or even fix my fissures. I do not want to change you, tie you, much less hurt you. I want to build a new bridge, a different one, something that makes us find ourselves in each laugh, in each breath, opening a path full of kisses, that do not separate us, that do not torture us. I do not want you to reconstruct me, or that you complement me much less that you fix me, I want you to love me, broken, darned, disheveled, and dreamer...

No quiero que me reconstruyas, ni me complementes, ni siquiera que arregles mis fisuras. No quiero cambiarte, atarte ni mucho menos lastimarte. Quiero construir un nuevo puente, uno diferente, algo que nos haga encontrarnos en cada risa, en cada suspiro, abrir un camino lleno de besos, que no nos separen, que no nos torturen. No quiero que me reconstruyas, ni que me complementes mucho menos que me arregles, quiero que me ames, rota, zurcida, despeinada, y soñadora.