¿Quién Se Atreve a Hablar?
Clara Peya
Who Dares to Speak?
Who dares to speak of the outskirts?
A different flow in every artery
I am inside but outside
I belong without wood
You don't see me and I survive
It's rowing
Who dares to speak of a suburb?
A legendary daring
An equation with a bad product
The result of being mute
You are bothered by this presence
It's rowing
But I don't know if I can talk about that
And you keep saving the distances
Killing the abundance of love
And I keep tangling my fingers
Stepping on wild lights desires
Of wounds that heal when discovered
Of volcanic nights
Who dares to speak of distances?
That sensation of death in life
That empty gaze
That infinite waiting
Loneliness with body and face
It's rowing
But I don't know if I can talk about that
And you cultivate miles of asphalt
Silences that are jumps without a mattress
And I keep blowing the ashes
Sewing daisies that throw into the wind
Withered answers last breath
Of volcanic nights
Who dares to speak?
