Bafles en el mar

For those things that time does to us
Through rosebush mazes I go
The flower falls on its own thorn
There’s no dream that doesn’t bear a scar

Time heals, heals all the time
It’s all about knowing how to wait
The mystery is born from within
That your old soul will reveal to you

Eyes rain down on my guitar
Speakers fall into the sea
Memories call out loudly
To forget about freedom

The hours slip away and calm returns
The nap returns, nothingness returns
New abysses at every corner
Nothing is the same, nothing is equal

Return to the center, return to silence
Like opening the great portal
You’ll see that nothing happens