Feel the same level of the river,
Me that the wind rip the face,
View the moon at half mast
And the waves that eats the continent.
My body rests there, lazy, at night
Rays with no sound coming, look out,
Its lights are not distinguished,
Are perhaps just water.
A sign on any corner
My route selected,
Plants with purpose buried artificial imagination
They reach the roof and the street continues.
Street roundabout shock shuffled by flowers
Empty is the center of the sleepy pedestrian
Corporeal circulation is not in vain
And if any turn to star.
Stoned undecided comet and stars were disarmed in the atmosphere,
Do mourn crying, rain,
Your friend is not attached,
The pack is not even who will attend.
It gets you and mixing, sharing, playing, is not achieved,
Open book moldy, that disk can not hear,
I invented everything and my heart becomes Azara,
Pure and plentiful sand me a breeze that stirs me
And sometimes I storm back.