El Numero Imperfecto

In the same time a hungry wind passes by
The sun dries the leaves, the clock in stoppage time
The crosses receive thousands of prayers
And someone listens to what I'm saying

Everything happens at the same time in different times
For some fast, for others very slow

Some trying to stay wide awake
And others, from today on, sleeping in our memories

I usually sleep and sometimes I wake up
Dreams that tire me for being so intense
I repeat the same facts a thousand times

I usually sleep and sometimes I wake up
Dreams that tire me for being so intense
I repeat the same facts a thousand times

In the same time, what was eternal yesterday
Enters other clothes, the casual unfolds the so certain
The curves that cross the straight planes
And someone fearlessly seeks the imperfect number

Everything that comes at the same time, on the same canvas
The euphoria is fast, sometimes so much that not even the memory
Entering nothingness painting a desert
Looking for the words that today
Tell what I'm seeing

I usually sleep and sometimes I wake up
Dreams that tire me for being so intense
I repeat the same facts a thousand times

I usually sleep and sometimes I wake up
Dreams that tire me for being so intense
I repeat the same facts a thousand times