Beatriz

Look
Could she be a lady?
Could she be sad?
Could it be the opposite?
Could she be a painting
The face of the actress?

If she dances in the seventh heaven
If she believes she’s in another land
And if she only memorizes her role
What if I could enter her life?

Look
Could she be made of porcelain?
Could she be made of ether?
Could it be madness?
Could it be a stage set
The house of the actress?
If she lives in a skyscraper
And if the walls are made of chalk
And if she cries in a hotel room
What if I could enter her life?

Yes, take me away forever, Beatriz
Teach me not to walk with my feet on the ground
Forever is always hanging by a thread
So, tell me how many disasters I hold in my hand
Tell me if it’s dangerous for us to be happy

Look
Could she be a star?
Could it be a lie?
Could it be a comedy?
Could it be divine
The life of the actress?
If one day she falls from the sky
And if the audience demands an encore
And if the archangel passes the hat
What if I could enter her life?