You're seeing that afternoon
When I was waiting a nice moon
but your face brightens the dusk
and your voice lights my tiredness
I will dance lives from the darkness
If the fear was my stillness, I would find out Ulysses
If the word was my weakness, I would love Steinbeck
If the ideas were my darkness, I would read Platon
If I liked dance those worlds, Could you paint my space?
and you, so far away, say us with your guitar
That the sky is the Cyclope's world
That the windmill is the Tom's ground
That the footlights is the Jose's cave
There, you send us the life's vibration
we'll dream islands
we'll tell sheeps
we'll see cockroaches
we'll discover paintings
Eva's voice and I ride with you, unbridled rein to itinerary
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