El Armadillo
Andrés Cepeda
The Armadillo
An armadillo
In the wee hours
That listened to me cry
So curious
Watching me
That I even started to think
If my heart could have
A shell with the same skin
I would like to be an armadillo
If I were born again
If my heart could have
A shell with the same skin
I would like to be an armadillo
If I were born again
I would like to be an armadillo
If I were born again
