Nos Quedamos Acá

Through paper clouds we swim to the river
Walking through almost melted forests
Scratching among the rocks looking for meaning
We glimpse the empty path

When a horse flies they wonder
Why it must have been lightning
Because if not why should a hallucination
Not be real it's hard to see through the glass
The night creaks all night we stayed here

Watching the wait go by we stayed here
Like in a beehive, each with their own sorrow
This is our way we stayed here

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The moment before the smell of the flower
Will always be a mystery
Yellow grass
By the Sun's light in the cemeteries

Caressing while cotton thorns
Among memories
Mint storm
Clears and stops