AND PASS I watch the rest of the world from this bench I observe and pretend that everything changes in a second Come, now, I invite you, come over, give yourself a guest Sit with me, my friend, enjoy this space We're vulnerable in case it rains The light that surrounds us is deserved by these beautiful women I'm a kid who only mows the grass and his feet don't touch the ground in the benches in this revolutionary park I think I could be living in this sphere Far from roads and some horse-like sound Drink from this chalice of serenity if you want Create an adventure without moving from this vertex The sky is blue like the kingdoms of Neptune Clouds simulate smoke from the fire of what I smoke You want my peace, but my dog never comes back I throw the ball at him and whistle at him and he has fun I owe what I say to this place of beauty There are singles looking for and many others already kissing I see the student with his faith I see the boat in the lake that I have in front of me It's like traveling to a country where there is no language And only observing is the speech of the one who reasons I've lost my cell phone and the keys I've found a trance and a place where the truths rest And when I want I drink, if not, I read Bukowski You learn from the drama more than in the dance with the compis I have a bag with wishes that I throw at dawn And I think about it every morning It's a movement of smiles It's a comparsa of joy in these days Only with coming here I fill my soul with peace If a pretty girl doesn't sit close I pick up the scraps of this environment I look for a comfortable place for them My mind, memories of this traveler I always want to see myself in this place I want my children to tell me ***, how handsome, this is different I make it look like a Pixar movie I make your mind settle on this island Bathe in its calm, undress if you want There is no complex here because the laws no longer exist This is a place between its sky and my land And I see a secret with the friends who wait for me Here it gets dark soon, they look at the moon more They erased from their thoughts the gulag and the fortune I never deny it, I'm always on time Luckily I know as a boy that they are everywhere Made of eating pigeons My last loves, my last mistakes and the flowers Grow because the climate invites them The place is the ideal, my bench is the balcony of a nice dream I've kept something in my pocket The lyrics of this song I think about it and the more I think about it, it's a dilemma I sign it, I double it, I look at it and I think about it Next to me waits the arrival of this new wind In each letter there is a remit and an owner Art is remittent and my friend, come out, I want you