La Sucursal Del Cielo

I surprised myself managing an office
Looking for a house with a pool
And I forgot the little things
Like seeing you cross the kitchen threshold drawing silhouettes with your apron
Like that pasty, tasteless rice you cooked for mom

I caught myself adding zeros to an account
Income tax victim
And I forgot the little things
How to see yourself in the supermarket at odds with inflation
Like the note you left on my shirt painted with a heart
I forgot about the little things that make your life bigger

By wanting to reach the top, one becomes a financier
The woman stays at home, one looks for money
By walking in the clouds, one forgets about the ground
And to know that your own house is the branch of heaven

Today I pay a little more attention to your gaze
In the footprints left by your bare feet
In the gesture you make when you get angry
In your altercations with the scale when it brings bad news
And your details make me bigger than a savings account
I forgot the little things and my life is bigger

By wanting to reach the top, one becomes a financier
The woman stays at home, one looks for money
By walking in the clouds, one forgets about the ground
And to know that your own house is the branch of heaven

By walking in the clouds, one forgets about the ground
And to know that your own house is the branch of heaven