Ensueños
Buenos Muchachos
Daydreams
Link
Of a necklace on golden
Or crystal
Floor eighty see city
The chandelier sways fragile wind sleeps
Just hanging
From the metal
Already keeps
The little eyes in the bags
Autumnal
Copper paths to walk
And I dreamed my tornadoes in color
I escaped
Maybe
Dream now
Those notes without playing
