Gatos De Bronce

has the sound of the wind in her hands
takes the secret of the world upside down
takes the exact words over and over again

moves softly and speaks slowly
her smile makes me run
while she colors my steps every time

with her shadow she teaches me a dance
and some verses about bronze cats
with her voice I forget even the name again

but I feel trapped again
when the distance closes in
and I see myself so small again

and what can be left after you,
just to see myself trapped and alone, again