Moncayo
Juanjo Bona
Moncayo
I see a branch
Behind the glass
The Sun dazzles me
I want to stay
In my parents' room there is a window
Where the Sun shines on me
And where I always go when I'm poorly
In the distance and in the background, there is a mountain
That occupies everything
There are days when it dawns white
And others that I can't see it
And I want to sit and do nothing
That I scatter with the branches
I look for the Sun to warm me
Thinking about writing about love
A few leaves
The cherry tree twists them
There are flower petals
And love stories behind bars
And love stories behind bars
That fly through the air
They search for each other in the sky
And they can't look at each other
I want to sit and do nothing
That I scatter with the branches
I look for the Sun to warm me
Thinking about writing about love
In the distance and in the background, there is a mountain
That occupies everything
There are days when it dawns white
And others that I can't see it
And I want to sit and do nothing
That I scatter with the branches
I look for the Sun to warm me
In Moncayo there is a flower