El escote de la noche

The neckline of the night has so much secrets...



(approx. translation)

I go tied to a kite
clinging to its rope
trying that my feet do not lose a shoe
trying that my feet do not lose a shoe

I cross life quickly
trying not to fall
prisoner of the winds
the moments inspire me
prisoner of the winds
the moments inspire me

I give name to the stars
illuminating the neckline
of the Night of the Gods,
of the Night of the Gods

I am filling with gestures, words and events
that orbit within me
Parallel Universe
that I see only in my dreams
Parallel Universe
that I see only in my dreams

How difficult to know how to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope to grab it

How difficult to know how to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope to grab it