Allí perdida - She was lost - Mora Amaro La Loba

I look out the window of my daily life
and I stay there lost,
without definite words
or concept or thought,
only seeing how the wind ruffles the living things
and goes around the corners.

I am just eyes that look at me
and fill with moments that touch my retina,
and while the clock sounds,
time paints colors in the streets of my mind
and sometimes removes thorns
from the roses of my luck

Best regards