Traducir a
Here we are running face too close
Blurs and gray bodies, winter children
Rare scattered hair on their legs
Bluish, scratched by the thorns of the gardens of the undefended
Believing all perfidy forbidden, wreck of childish promises
The mauve lips, the black beaches
I spent my nights missing us
There is an unverifiable country
Inaccessible like the dead
I spent my life looking for it
Like a super eight movie
I rewind my life
These children on the black beach with a triumphant gaze
It was us, mom, dad
Sublime ghosts in the cracks
Doors to our lives, winter breaths
Like the cigarettes we exhale
The giggles, it will end in tears
There is an unverifiable country
Inaccessible like the dead
I spent my life looking for it
There is an unverifiable country
Inaccessible like the dead
I spent my life regretting them
