Cuento Indio (Ama)

Art is infinite love
Life goes in circles, we are written
Those circles are evolution
Each one chooses their destiny and situation
Free yourself from the 4x4, spend some time with your old lady
No dogs or cats, no whites or blacks
I'll be a drop, a stone, a grain of corn in the sack
I'm here... love...

With clean hands
This is the true daughter of the stars
The essence of life must be sought
Forbidden to age, and then yesterday
Love for Lorca and all lovers of beauty
In all its forms, alone with my book of pages
I teach what I know, what hurts hurts
And nothing else can be done
Just feel, that I won't let myself die
Let me exist, let's accept the mistakes
Thanks for the gifts, for the condoms
For the nudity and the tenderness of those who don't impose
Hate is love is cut off, live loving, don't care about the outcome
I'm here love, love, love, love, love...