Esquadros

I walk through the world
Paying attention to colors
That I don't know the name of
Colors of Almodóvar
Colors of Frida Kahlo
Colors!

I walk through the dark
I pay close attention
To what my brother listens to
And like a second skin
A callus, a shell
A protective capsule
Oh, I want to arrive earlier
To signal
The being of each thing
Filter its degrees

I walk through the world
Amusing people
Crying on the phone
And seeing the hunger hurt
In the hungry children

Through the bedroom window
Through the car window
Through the screen, through the window
Who is she? Who is she?
I see everything framed
Remote control

I walk through the world
And the cars run
For what?
The children run
To where?
I transit between two sides
On one side
I like opposites
I expose my way
I show myself
I sing for whom?

Through the bedroom window
Through the car window
Through the screen, through the window
Who is she? Who is she?
I see everything framed
Remote control

I walk through the world
And my friends, where are they?
My joy, my tiredness
My love, where are you?
I woke up
There's no one beside me

Through the bedroom window
Through the car window
Through the screen, through the window
Who is she? Who is she?
I see everything framed
Remote control

I walk through the world
And my friends, where are they?
My joy, my tiredness
My love, where are you?
I woke up
There's no one beside me

Through the bedroom window
Through the car window
Through the screen, through the window
Who is she? Who is she?
I see everything framed
Remote control