Los chicos saltan las paredes

Cada vez que te miro, te veo.
Abstracción: inmortal presencia ausente.
Existes en el olor de las nubes.
Paradigma. Enigma.

Los chicos saltan las paredes.
Tú los miras, y es igual contigo.
Tus dedos son las piernas de tus manos,
y tu rostro es verde, azul y verde.

Que pasa cuando la influencia que recibes
viene de tí mismo y no de otros.
Caminas por los aires.
Encuentras un oasis.

Dedos: hilos de plastilina.
Una autorización emocional nos acompaña.
Los cantos de la luna y su actitud disciplinada.
Es tu cuerpo con tu cuerpo.
Las paredes y nosotros, fundidos.
Somos aquellos. Bellos retratos recordados.

Never extra wonder

Sometimes I don't know how to read the clock
Don't need those rooms or nouns.
Cuz we are made of that wise verb.
Forget about the mud, the butts.

No map would help to find us.

Let's just sign a contract in the air
And then, we'll breathe it
all over again.

Focus, won't fade away.
Blured lines by our hidden eyes.
And no map would help.
Let's find us.

Moving backward, forward.
Never extra wonder.
Cuz you'll know,
that's pretty sure the way.

Drifted away

Put your feet in the air.
feel the sun just once,
will remain there.
Remember to breathe,
will stroke your hair.

If you look above,
someway, somehow
you see those trees
becoming your bed.

I fell in the ocean of your eyes.
and diving far away,
clouds, were those trees in the sky.
Thousand miles away,
I'll feel your breathe again.
Right before I closed my eyes.

If I fall, let me fall,
I'm dreaming again.