Leon and LARDO (Seguidilla)

For every hair on your beard
I could write a book
For every word you utter
There is a handbook.
How else do I tell
That you’re a seed, tree, garden
Watching us impel.

Watching yourself from afar
See what you saw last
Today a wish, tomorrow
How did I grow fast?
I can’t wait longer
For you to find all you seek
And quench your hunger.

LARDO.