The Last of the Line
Reasonable Astronomy
Pencil and Ink
Music: M. García García-Perez/Q. Portet
Lyrics: M. García García-Perez
Fabric, ribbon,
start again.
Pencil, ink,
and the landscape to steal.
And to the pleasure of rediscovering
the limbo of a time that is passing us by.
Book, cloud,
that is my rest.
Tree, fountain,
every time I wake up.
Be a sleeper.
In the foam of a craving camouflage.
For complete innocence,
in the cauldrons of sleep wander.
br/>That the days go by,
they are river.
Now I want to feel,
walk.
Now I want to paint,
perceive
the color of that flower
that will wither.
I paint, green
places of desolate beauty,
I live the ephemeral and its value.
I drink, I hurry
waste of my life,
I gather myself in the temperance
of the truce that gives me
the anesthesia of memory.
That the days go away,
they are rivers;< br/>now I want to feel,
walk;
now I want to paint,
perceive
the fleeting summer
that is already leaving us.
Pencil , ink
and the pleasure of finding again.

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