Tú eres la mujer

                                                        que siempre imaginé,

                                                        un sueño del ayer

                                                        que no puedo lograr.

                                                        Sincera al conversar,

                                                        serena en tu mirar,

                                                        segura al proceder;

                                                        siguiendo tu camino

                                                        sin que te venza nada,

                                                        con marcas del destino

                                                        grabadas en tu piel.

                                                        Si tienes una pena

                                                        no la demuestras nunca,

                                                        la sabes ocultar.

                                                        La sangre de tus venas,

                                                        produce la laguna

                                                        donde la vas a ahogar.

                                                        Tú eres la mujer,

                                                        amante, enamorada

                                                        y yo quien te contempla

                                                        buscando una ciudad,

                                                        vacía, desolada,

                                                        y así poder gritar,

                                                        de cara frente al viento,

                                                        quedando sin aliento.

                                                        Que tú eres mi amada.