I'm
doing the singing.
I am an indoor bear and I have the smile of a soldier
who goes to the front.
It seems that my soul is light like the flight
of a capybara that goes among the waves.
Give me a guitar, a leaf and a moment of time.
of time.
I'll leave you a dream for three minutes or a little longer.
I'll tell you the infinite
between tears and smiles,
between rain and fear,
of those who sleep or are no longer there.
I am the darkness of the night,
I am the center of the target.
I am the nail and the hammer,
the wound and his knife,
when it slips lightly,
I still sink the words
with the tip of my fingers
between the yellowed pages
of the diary I wrote badly.
You don't know what love is,
that insurmountable wound.
Time travel of life,
with all my baggage,
among all its reasons.
Don't tell me I'm a wise man, an idealist.
I'm not looking for theories,
but just a few ideas.
Give me a guitar,
a sky and four quarters of sadness.
I'll take you with me in the labyrinth of music.
Give me faith, a breath of hope inside my chest.
I will turn silence into a panda of countries.
I will be the light of the night,
your star at the bottom of the sky.
The morning coffee,
the curved road of destiny,
the unstoppable decline of those who have their eyes now in the blue.
I still sink the words with the tip of my fingers
between the yellowed pages of the diary I wrote badly.
You don't know what love is,
that insurmountable wound.
You don't know what life is.