Yeah.
In
the loneliness of my room
My heart was trembling
Playing to make a contract
Of water, clay and rubble
And so it was playing and playing
That I started this collection
In this way the carnival fantasy
It was sprouting through the pores of my skin
Because I was in Germany in Quincepied
In Fernandez,
in La Pinchera And in Pagoda,
in Israel
And when the stadium was filling me
with its bars I dreamed with my guitar
To be like the Gallego owl And that Mayone Luisa would sing
In Alberto,
Pedro Ramos And of course Juan Catalino and Aguero
The voices of San Juan,
of Papadam The voices of Chetela,
of Palacrón
And now they have forgotten That because of a few
They do not give me the mask in the sole of my feet
And maybe they need to compete Singing tango
And so fulfill the criteria of the experts
They will have the mask to reward the same ones who endure it
After death,
after death, after death