I go tied to a kite
clinging to its rope
trying that my feet do not lose a shoe
trying that my feet do not lose a shoe
I cross life quickly
trying not to fall
prisoner of the winds
the moments inspire me
prisoner of the winds
the moments inspire me
I give name to the stars
illuminating the neckline
of the Night of the Gods,
of the Night of the Gods
I am filling with gestures, words and events
that orbit within me
Parallel Universe
that I see only in my dreams
Parallel Universe
that I see only in my dreams
How difficult to know how to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope to grab it
How difficult to know how to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope to grab it
On the ceiling of my room - What could have been yet it has been
On the ceiling of my room - What could have been yet it has been
After talking to you
I fell strange
strange
strange
My words
become undone
and they get lost
in unrelated letter
roamong my state
And
so
lost
in the parenthesis
I contemplate
hopw
the light
filtering through the slits of the blind
projects the street full of lives of others
on the ceiling
of my room
I think about what could have beenç
and yet it has been
at least those minytes
talking to you
it has been it has been it has been i
t has been
I inspire the moment
not to get caught
by the stream of what is gone
and I think about
my diairy
where my hand will write things
that I did not know
I get lost
in the corners
and drawers
of the dark of yourself
when pronouncing
her name
I'm sad
I am sad
i hear you talking
but i don't listen to you
I get lost
in the corners
and drawers
of the dark of yourself
when pronouncing
her name
I'm sad
I am sad
and when you ask me
what you already know
a strange vertigo
opens in my belly
throwing me into a void
that doesn't exist
throwing me into a void
that doesn't exist
When
You insist
you insist
you insist
I give up
and open my mouth
to let the hate that rides me out
Caving
caving
caving
with my voice in your ears
seing that you are still the shadow
of the man
that you were