The little man who sang all the time The little man who danced in my head The little man of my youth He broke his bowstring And all the houses of the party Suddenly collapsed And in the silence of this party In the desert of this head I heard your happy voice Your torn and fragile voice The childish and sorry Coming from far away and calling me And I put my hand on my heart Where, mutilated, Is this glass shatter Of your starry laugh
