Por Amor Al Arte
Jaime Roos
For the Love of Art
A kid sleeps in his sky
his mother rocks him
sitting at the bar
old guys try on
silver top hats
their new disguise
a comment sparks up
a chorus fades away
fleeting silence
they count golden minutes
Tomorrow they’ll parade
Carnival is back
Your heart lives for the love of art, it lives, your heart
it shows me passion, shining like a banner
that waves down the avenue, getting high
entangled on a balcony
A round of clinking glasses
the usual hands
make them ring
doubts from the rep
if there’s enough laughter
if it’s too long
the girls next door pass by
as if they don’t see
the charming guy
it’s glitter time
Tomorrow they’ll parade
Carnival is back
My heart suffers for the love of art, it suffers, my heart
it colors an illusion, it’s desperate to be part
with its voice in the street melody
with a sparrow’s accent
A neighborhood ignites
a chorus fades away
fleeting silence
they count golden minutes
Tomorrow they’ll parade
Carnival is back
Your heart lives for the love of art, it lives, your heart
it shows me passion, shining like a banner
that waves down the avenue, getting high
entangled on a balcony
And why not, all for the love of art, all, and just because
everything is art of love
it’s the muses in their carriage
disheveled from streamers, waving
giving out inspiration
