Pensar En Nada

Just yesterday I realized
It's just a matter of money
While ten windows charge
There is only one who pays
How people think
sometimes the difference
It is so big that they seem
Beings from some other land

And what do they tell me about that lonely house?
What do you see from a plane?
Maybe in solitude there is no pain
To think, to think about nothing

In the work office
New year coming
Everyone fights for
That damn promotion

With the share of frustration
Some live it in pink
The city gets big
And increasingly dangerous