Fina ropa blanca

She laughed in her fine white clothes,
undressing in the sun

Like a ghost that cleanses my whole body
A stone in the sun

All the mirrors of her heart
shattered in me
Every morning seems like one
The whole sky left
and in search of what
Perhaps the shadows will flee

Something luminous in her opening closure
Something inert and final
Leaving traces in the shadows and in the streets
A mist in the sea

Just clouds in search of a breeze
Just clouds in search of a breeze
Carrying them, just carrying them
And perhaps the shadows will flee

All the mirrors of her heart
shattered in me
Every morning seems like just one
The whole sky left
and in search of what
Perhaps the shadows will flee

She laughed in her fine white clothes
undressing in the sun
And I make a boat with the mold of her body
I want to see it in the sea
under clouds in search of a breeze
under clouds in search of a breeze

Carrying her, just carrying her
And perhaps the shadows will flee