Tuesday
And the flea market
Opens today at five
In the morning
And the girl
Comes down the stairs four by four
He will sell sorrows for nothing
He will sell, false oaths
Bitterness, illusions
Rags and shards and contradictions< br/>é Tuesday
And from the ashes perhaps
Tomorrow which is Wednesday
There will be fire again
The heart, is incapable
Of saying, So much does
Leaves to war
With eyes on peace
Ã^ Tuesday
And the flea market
Almost overflows
Crowded
And the girl
Sells everything she brought
Exchanges sadness for joy
And everyone wants to haggle
Bitterness, illusions
Rags and shards and contradictions
Ã^ Tuesday
And the flea market
It is finally quiet
And abandoned
And the girl
Left a lament on the ground
That rises and turns
And turns with the wind
And whirls, and sails
And plays at   blind goat
Ã^ of us all
And to no one surrenders