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Cierra las manos para que tus ojos lo agarren todo. Las montañas ocultan los fantasmas. Cierra los ojos y que las manos observen los paisajes de una foto antigua. Ya estás dentro:
Ahora eres un soldado de ramas y barro, de nubes y escarcha, el corazon en la espada. Cierra los ojos y escucha las trompetas heridas, el suspiro del lago en medio de la llanura. Tus parpados tambien son fantasmas. Las palmas de las manos manchadas de luna, tu espalda es una tumba de dioses olvidados, ¿y la voz? la voz es una mujer cansada de soñar descalza. Cierra los ojos y cuentale al mundo que fuiste pájaro, que escupiste contra el viento y que tu corazon es de madera, esperando el fuego que lo reduzca a cenizas y brasas.
Abre los ojos. Sigue siendo el mismo paisaje.
El corazon en un reloj de arena.
La boca llena de nubes
Un piano roto en medio de tu imaginacion.
Su lengua rozando tu paladar.
Ya estas dentro, nunca estuviste dentro.
Viajamos en una lagrima.
Ya estas fuera, nunca estuviste fuera.
Un inmenso vacio de arena y de fantasmas.
Spit against the wind
Close your hands and let your eyes grab it all. The mountains hide the ghosts. Close your eyes and let your hands observe the sights of an old photograph. You are already within:
Now you're a soldier of branches and mud, cloud and frost, the heart on the sword. Close your eyes and hear the trumpets wounds, the sigh of the lake in the middle of the plain. Your eyelids are also ghosts. The palms of their hands stained of moon, your back is a grave of forgotten gods, what about the voice? the voice is a woman tired of dreaming barefoot. Close your eyes and tell the world you were a bird, that you did spit against the wind and your heart is made of wood, waiting for the fire that reduce it to ashes and embers.
Open your eyes. Remains the same landscape.
The heart in an hourglass.
Mouth full of clouds
A broken piano in the middle of your imagination.
Her tongue touching your palate.
Your are already within but you have never been within
We rode on a tear.
you're out but you have never been out
A huge empty place of sand and ghosts.
The heart in an hourglass.
Mouth full of clouds
A broken piano in the middle of your imagination.
Her tongue touching your palate.
Your are already within but you have never been within
We rode on a tear.
you're out but you have never been out
A huge empty place of sand and ghosts.
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