Música de Ascensores

Fixed shot in chiaroscuro
and then immersed in my delusions.
I watch you when you sleep,
it's your time to move.
And everything that always marked us,
was locked in a hundred thousand keys.
If we hid it in the dunes,
it was to never open it, ever.

If upon waking, without mists or omens,
we can aspire to everything and nothing.
And upon waking, if we have forgotten it,
maybe there will be no end.

And without a human way
to amaze each other,
only sensibility remains
to accept that we were always
satellites with wide trajectory,
so many times intangible,
of those who only shine
when you stop searching.

And if in the end, we sleep without speaking it,
it will not influence us in any way.
And upon waking, if we have forgotten it,
maybe there will be no end.

And if in the end ...