Sancho Panza

 
while you were sleeping  
and you dreamed a dream  
from distant or absent places  
and from other lands, perhaps...  
I spoke your name in soft whispers.  
 
I want to know,  
If you heard...  
If you know the taste  
that your voice put in my soul.  
 
Maybe we even dream  
the same dream...  
Maybe you call me from above  
from the mountains of your dream...  
 
Maybe I, in the distance,  
in the midst of fights,  
hear your voice calling me...  
Tearing apart the web of clouds.  
 
I will hear your call.  
I will hear your voice...  
I will run over the waters...  
I will fight the wind...  
I will face the windmills.  
 
I will not hesitate  
whenever you call me  
I will never be too far  
that I cannot feel that you  
call me and I will not hesitate...  
 
I will leave the windows open  
for your voice to enter freely.  
Calling me for you...  
I will never be too far away.  
I will never be too asleep.  
 
I will always be the one  
that will break your fall  
whenever you call.  
 
Whenever you call.  
Whenever you call.  
Whenever you call.  
Ever…  
 

PAR