Today my eyes go
into the dust at the bottom
of a river that runs
at full speed
as if love
like everything in me
If it were not to happen
what a distraction.
To my guitar that is
behind the old window
of turning pale
he sees a piece of light
and fluttering this
from his prison
I almost left
what a distraction.
What a distance, my love
life ends
what a tired song
I defeated flame
I am an old man who sleeps
between his hours
I am a child who dreams of so many things
how distant my love
how distracted I am
for believing, for searching
this is how I am...
In the foam that is
undressing the beach
melding into the sea
a flower slides
br/>what it was for me
it was taken from me
the wind and the salt.
What a distraction
what a regrettable distraction
what an irreparable distraction
how unforgivable distraction
how distracted I am.