Solares Baldios
Rockdrigo González
Wastelands
She was sitting
In a garden of drowsiness
Sitting on nothing
Watching love ghosts
With yellow fingers
From cigarettes
And excess of rum.
[chorus 1]
Wastelands cross my mind
Wastelands of love.
She rocks in her hammock
Entangled in time
With a gaze already weak
For the one who never returned
Children say playing
To see who guesses
The glasses of rum.
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
The image is a comet
It's a map of vapor;
'I'm going for cigarettes,' she said
Put on her hat
And never returned.
She no longer scratches the clouds
Some doctor prescribed her
But she squeezes places
That lead to wastelands...
Wastelands of love.
She went to shake the shopkeeper
The policeman and the pain
But from that place
Only silence she found.
The days were suspicion
Of some enemy
With hatred in bloom.
[chorus 3]
In her life were wastelands
Wastelands of love.
She heard of someone who knew
How to guess the color
And on an old telephone
She spat out her pain.
Thousands of lost people
Told her a distant interlocutor.
