Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Al Curandero
Béseme con palabras, pidió la corazon leal
al curandero.
Quiero que me cura.
Quiero que me hace pura.
Láveme un mil veces, con cariños
gloriosos .
Deseo tocarle.
Deseo que me limpie.
Vístame, gracioso Señor, con el divino amor
de sus ojos.
Te espero, entienda este,
Te espero, te espero siempre.
Kiss me with words, said the loyal heart
to the healer.
I want you to heal me.
I want you to make me pure.
Wash me a thousand times with glorious
affections.
I want to touch you.
I want you to cleanse me.
Dress me, gracious noble One, with the divine love
of your eyes.
I wait for you, understand this,
I wait for you, I wait for you always.
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