Giros

Turns
There is sky and a state of coma
The environment changes from person to person

Turns
Turn halfway and see what happens out there
Not everyone has springs

Skinny, where are you?
I'm imagining another place
I'm gathering information
I want to be someone else (another type, crazy)
My need changes with the others
That's how my Moon reaches you, that's how I reach your Moon

Turns
Everything spins like a big ball
Everything spins, almost imperceptibly

Turns
Photograph of different places
Photographically so distant

A bandoneon plays
It seems like someone else's, but it's me
Still walking the same
Whistling a rusty tango

Turns

(Turns)