El Huracan

Drawings of waters that fall apart in front of this hurricane.
The afternoon, the winds, it's one more mystery, more...
The wheel turns and I always fall in the same place,
My arms are wings with metal feathers.
And that's my path always on the edge,
So ambiguous and so unreal,
Always the fear of looking...
Signs that in this coin hides another face.
I bet on an idea of pure novelty...
The leaves hanging from the sky, winter will take them down,
Everything transforms and I desert again.
And that's my path always on the edge,
So ambiguous and so unreal,
Opening my eyes to the light a little,
Beyond everything is more real.
I sense, feel, and walk again.
Always seeking to endure...
I want to see what you hide,
This is not hunger, this is voracious...
Always the fear of looking...