La Fortuna

My fingers search for any sensation,

while my hands are tied up in a clock.

The little ones are waiting.

We must get back.

Can I savor you in the meantime?

I love nothing more than you.

Counting my lucky stars

you’re the one with me among the trees.

I don’t see any other life.

First two, then three,

then four, then five.

They are the stars in our sky.

For the love I feel for them

I can feel because of you.

But my Mari, my love,

I’ll always long for just you.