Páez Fito
City of Poor Hearts
Amber Violet
Sunbeams at the time of the sun
She was in any
In any season
Waiting a fatality
Or a call from heaven
You feel a dizziness of low pressure
At least you have that little bit of humor left
For what?
If one He spends searching and losing certainties
Only when he leaves
Only when he is not in this, love
It does him good
Getting into his carousel labyrinth
It does him good< br/>Nothing is here, neither better nor worse
Only his eyes change color
At one time of day
They turn a violet amber
No one notices She doesn't know nor has anyone seen her
Now she has a big horn under her heart
And she escapes from all the men
Who want to have her
Only when she leaves
Only when she doesn't He's in this, love
It's good for him
Getting into his carousel maze
It's good for him.