This letter is to you Marcos ~ El muchacho de'l barco.

This letter is to you Marcos ~ El muchacho de'l barco.

Although we've only known each other for a month and a half you've been a great lover. 

Tan simpatico y apasionado, with a thick accent and confident tone that spoke to many in many ways. 

Aveces cuando me llenaba de miedo por lo desconocido, you'd use that sweet voice and charming look to make my timidez fade away. 

Cuando los ibamos a bañar en el mar tarde de la noche, y tus manos rodiaban por todo mi cuerpo hasta llegar a mis labios. 

Me agarabas, aunque un poco agresivo, la cara. Pero me dabas con aquellos besos, the hard and passionate kisses.

 Ay Marcos como extraño los sentimientos q sentia con tu presencia. Cuando los ibamos pa' la discoteca a pasar tiempo bailando. 

Although we'd say we don't know how to dance we'd move our hips to the sound of Bachata playing. 

In the end you'd worry about bringing me home wasted so you'd take me back to your place. Me acostabas en tu cama y te ibas pa'l sofa porque me dabas a respetar.

Sabias que andaba tomada y no aprovechastes de mi, nunca. Recuerdo que llegaba a tu lado pidiendote que me cuidaras en tu cuarto. 

Que to acostaras en cama conmigo y que me abrazaras toda la noche, because the feeling of your chest against my back late at night was warm and comforting.

It was the feeling of knowing that although I'll be leaving very soon the memories of you and I will remain. 

The feeling of having a great adventure with someone like you existed. It is knowing that although we wont be permanent , my love your you was and will remain pure.

Con Amor

 

This letter is to you Marcos ~ El muchacho de'l barco.

 

Although we've only known each other for a month and a half you've been a great lover. 

Tan simpatico y apasionado, with a thick accent and confident tone that spoke to many in many ways. 

Aveces cuando me llenaba de miedo por lo desconocido, you'd use that sweet voice and charming look to make my timidez fade away. 

Cuando los ibamos a bañar en el mar tarde de la noche, y tus manos rodiaban por todo mi cuerpo hasta llegar a mis labios. 

Me agarabas, aunque un poco agresivo, la cara. Pero me dabas con aquellos besos, the hard and passionate kisses.

 Ay Marcos como extraño los sentimientos q sentia con tu presencia. Cuando los ibamos pa' la discoteca a pasar tiempo bailando. 

Although we'd say we don't know how to dance we'd move our hips to the sound of Bachata playing. 

In the end you'd worry about bringing me home wasted so you'd take me back to your place. Me acostabas en tu cama y te ibas pa'l sofa porque me dabas a respetar.

Sabias que andaba tomada y no aprovechastes de mi, nunca. Recuerdo que llegaba a tu lado pidiendote que me cuidaras en tu cuarto. 

Que to acostaras en cama conmigo y que me abrazaras toda la noche, because the feeling of your chest against my back late at night was warm and comforting.

It was the feeling of knowing that although I'll be leaving very soon the memories of you and I will remain. 

The feeling of having a great adventure with someone like you existed. It is knowing that although we wont be permanent , my love your you was and will remain pure. 

 

- Sofia

Con Amor

 

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