El Muelle
Miguel Abuelo
The Pier
The pier is deserted
And the sailors
Have gone to rest
The sea donated the mirrors
And a woman
Looks at her feet
An old ship sails away
Never to return
The old ship looks like
A paper boat
I have stayed here alone
Looking at myself
I have stayed here alone
Looking at myself
Alone, alone, alone
The pier is deserted
And a man comes
Approaches me
Takes what is in my hand
But don't look at my outer form
