Vesania

Let the silence that remained hidden in the meadow raise its hand
What I heard as a child is all engraved by my father in my heart
Let the celestial memories of a folded day raise their voice
Tattooing the silence with a single shot
The invented kisses all from the side
And suddenly I found myself... dislocated
On the backs of the sea your voice dissolved all the mirrors
The green drizzle didn't tire of writing your name
In a wingless desert blind with sand and without windows
And it has the word that smile that yesterday silenced its kind joy
And it has the word that look that yesterday fell asleep and today woke up bleary-eyed
The eyes of the evening told me that Rodrigo was angry
And that Ubiergo has contemplated very intrigued
that I am here somewhat unhinged
A heart lying in the sun on that distant, orange and awake beach
where Victor Manuel told me without a doubt that I am already very deranged
I felt my body turning into cardboard and stones
and Serrat told me with all due respect
that I completely lost my mind
And it has the word that look that resurrected and today walked trembling
And it has the word the dormant scent that woke up
and today yawned something else
A woman without a hat told me that time had vanished
That the pores of my eyes had clouded
And the great Silvio said with his pause