Shaved like Sinead O'Connor
I saw her leave the pub wrapped in motorcycle smoke.
A scarf to cover her head
after having drunk more than four beers.
No one He knows what you were looking for
if a jump towards the light
or if you were leaving.
Clueless like the best Woody Allen
drunk and talkative like no one else in the world.
Short glasses that no one wears anymore
dreaming about what could be under a blouse.
No one knows what you were looking for...
No one finally wonders
where does this beginning end
if it is perhaps a beginning
if this is a precipice
no one wants problems
and to move forward
and to dance that this lasts
which lasts a moment.
Laying down I saw you sleeping in the cinema
and I liked you more than that boy in the film.
And in the dream you dreamed a dream dreaming
and then You forgot about your dream.
No one knows what you were looking for...
There I have seen so much joy
with a full look and an empty head.
And it is like that that we pass through life
asking the pain not to bleed a wound.
No one knows... what we are looking for
if a leap towards the light
or if we We are marching.