Me pregunto quien soy
si al verme deslizas la mirada
y pretendes no haberme visto.
Se que me vistes y pretendiste
no haber visto algo importante.
Se que me viste y preferiste
no haberme visto.
Me pregunto quien eres cuando te veo
si al verte mis ojos reconocen tu presencia
y alegran mi mirada.
Se que te vi y no pretendi
no haber visto algo importante.
Se que te vi y pretendi
muy bien haberte visto.
Y cuando no quedo mas remedio
el saludo, el hola, pero me tengo que ir
que ando corriendo.
¿Y a que le huyes?
¿Cuál es el temor que alberga tu alma inquieta?
Tal vez saber que mi presencia es viva y animada.
Tal vez reconocer la verdad dentro de ti.
Tal vez revuelco tus emociones, tus ideas, tus ideales
y los lanzo al pizo sin querer...
Solo al verme.
Pero no, esa no era mi intencion al verte
solo te vi y me viste, nos vimos...
Seeing you
I wonder whom I am for you
if when seeing me you change your gaze
and pretend not having seen me.
I know you saw me and pretended
not having seen and important thing.
I know you saw me and prefered
not having seen me.
I wonder who are you when I see you
if when I see you my eyes recognize your presence
and my eyes are pleased to see you.
I know I saw you and did not pretend
not having seen an important thing.
I know I saw you and pretended
very well having seen you.
And when there was no other choice
the greeting, the "hi, but I have to leave because I am running".
What are you running away from?
What is the fear that your soul hides?
Maybe knowing that my presence is alive and cheerful.
Maybe it is recognizing the truth inside yourself.
Maybe I roll around your feelings, your ideas and ideals
and throw them on the floor without intending to.
Just by you seeing me.
But I did not intend all of these when I saw you.
I just saw you, you saw me, we saw each other...
