Cristal
Perotá Chingó
Crystal
At a slow pace
In such a hurry
A crystal
Of pure simplicity
With roots
On some planet
Without mutating
In the middle of a storm
A crystal
Almost invisible
It feeds on the fog
You nourished seeds
With the water of your eyes
Untying knots
Hoping that one's own
Dissolves in time
From that pulse
The echo was heard
A crystal
Almost invisible
It feeds on the fog
A crystal
Almost invisible
It feeds on the fog
