Aquarela

On any sheet of paper I draw a yellow sun
And with 5 or 6 straight lines it's easy to make a castle
I run a pencil around my hand and give myself a glove
And if I make it rain, with 2 strokes I have an umbrella

If a little drop of ink falls on a blue piece of paper
In an instant I imagine a beautiful seagull flying in the sky
Flying, circling the immense curve
North-South
I go with it, traveling to Hawaii, Beijing or Istanbul
I paint a white sailing boat navigating
There's so much sky and sea in a blue kiss
Among the clouds emerges a beautiful pink and maroon airplane
Everything around coloring, with its blinking lights
Just imagine and it's taking off, serene and beautiful
And if we want it, it will land

On any sheet of paper I draw a departing ship
With some good friends, drinking and enjoying life
From one America to another I can pass in a second
I turn a simple compass and in a circle I make the world
A boy walks and walking reaches the wall
And there, just ahead, waiting for us, the future is

And the future is a spaceship that we try to pilot
It has no time, no mercy
It has no set time to arrive
Without asking permission it changes our lives and then invites us to laugh or cry
On this road we can't know or see what will come
And the end of it
No one knows for sure where it will lead
We all walk on a beautiful catwalk
Of a watercolor that one day, will fade

On any sheet of paper I draw a yellow sun... that will fade
And with 5 or 6 straight lines it's easy to make a castle... that will fade
I turn a simple compass and in a circle I make the world... that will fade