Barcos de papel

Who questions your words
if you sail in a paper boat?
Why do you look away
when I catch you staring at me again?
How hard it is to predict once more
where you'll be tomorrow.

And how do I find an answer?
It slips away like water beneath my feet.
Maybe you just don’t want to
explain to me how, when, and why
you’ve left God’s hand
our future and goodbye.

And that’s how it goes for us, turning to the creator
in whom neither of us ever believed.

Get me out of here
I can’t breathe
it’s keeping me from walking.
Get me out of here
I can’t be happy
it’s keeping me from smiling...
your habit of pushing me away from you.

Who shares your quirks
and keeps you company at coffee time?
Who pulls you out of trouble
and helps you with the bills each month?
Matter evaporates
and only the air remains
the main witness of this barracks.

Silent and a bit of a fool
I keep waiting for you on that train
that shows up in every story
and it’s a damn shame because it rarely comes back
only in action movies...
I’m not here for movies.

I already hate all the celluloid.