Today the wind ruffled my hair, runs my body completely; and at this moment, precisely, someone sitting on a bench in the Park draw a heart with wings, a wounded bird.
Now nobody will walk on your track now nobody will stop on this stained glass anyone already fly to the sky, even in dreams! because your you've gone, your you've left.
Very just walk next to the statues in the Park, they will only be witnesses, my figure and your image; but you will remember, will always remember you by my side.
The stars of the night already not encandilarán me eyes, I'll look into them with our naked eyes, eager to find answers of the past.
But the next day, maybe tomorrow, maybe last, because nothing will be equal, because nothing makes sense. I will be only a thriving puppet, not by threads as all but by waters of the present waiting for the ruthless future.
I will be only a cup empty waiting to quench their thirst, I will be an alert in your life and an alarm in your eyes.