Esquadros

I walk through the world paying attention
To colors that I don't know the name of
Colors of Almodóvar
Colors of Frida Kahlo, colors
I walk in the dark
I pay close attention to what my brother listens to
And like a second skin, a callus, a shell
A protective capsule
I want to arrive before
To signal the being of each thing
Filter its degrees
I walk through the world amusing people
Crying on the phone
And seeing the hunger hurt in the hungry children

Through the window of the room
Through the window of the car
Through the screen, through the window
(Who is she, who is she?)
I see everything framed
Remote control

I walk through the world
And why do cars run?
Where do the children run to?
I transit between two sides of one side
I like opposites
I expose my way, I show myself
Who do I sing to?

Through the window of the room
Through the window of the car
Through the screen, through the window
(Who is she, who is she?)
I see everything framed
Remote control

I walk through the world and my friends, where are they?
My joy, my tiredness
My love, where are you?
I woke up
There's no one beside me

Through the window of the room
Through the window of the car
Through the screen, through the window
(Who is she, who is she?)
I see everything framed
Remote control