I have returned from a distant trip
With the map still in my hand
Distracting radios, songs
Of mourning and hallucinations
Vociferous waves were already interrupting
The quality of the silence
I felt an eternal pleasure when contemplating you
Did you talk, murmur or sing?
I have returned from the trip devoted to sound
That produces your name on my lips
On your lips
Devotion, waves that beat over me
One minute I only needed
One minute to bare your soul
The seconds came towards me
Recognize this world is fragile
A life that goes away, is filled with moments
Lonelinesses and a thousand encounters
Selfless, never used, never ¡s pressed
To a figurative doll
I do not worship dolls, but I am devoted to the rite
Of contemplating you
You are so passenger like me
You occupy a space in the car
From time to time you sleep, and you get drunk
From the dream of your fantastic world
To the one to whom I refuse to belong
Because your world is
A sealed suitcase with your forgetfulness
Your past in Glory, your olive garden
So many times I found you yes ³to yourself
With your ideas of romanticism
A story was needed to weave
And then you knew old age
Devotion, high waves pose from here
One minute I only needed
One minute to bare your soul
The seconds came towards me
Recognize this world is fragile
A life that is leaving, we are filled with moments
Loneliness and a thousand encounters
Selfless, never used
Never pressed to a figurative doll
I do not worship much ±ecos, but I am devoted to the rite
Of contemplating you