El Mar
Graffolitas
The Sea
Work, routine,
tiredness that hurts.
Organizing time
in a clock.
Knowledge, ignorance,
markets, profits,
news, the fear of living.
Give me your peace,
take me on your journey.
I want to see you and
give my eyes a rest.
That certain boldness
and your rebellion
to steal the sun from the day.
Cleanse my doubts
and my thoughts,
slow down with the wind
my speed, my speed.
Come, fill my soul,
give me your scents,
I want to be blank
and not think.
Give me your peace,
give me your beauty,
I will bring peace
to my mind.
Witness your boldness
and your rebellion
to steal the sun from the day.
I want to be blank
and not think.
Cleanse my doubts
and my thoughts,
slow down with the wind
my speed, my speed.
Come, fill my soul,
give me your scents,
I want to be blank
and not think.
Give me your peace,
give me your beauty,
I will bring peace
to my mind.
Witness your boldness
and your rebellion
to steal the sun from the day.
Accompany me on the days
that devour my existence.
Keep the secrets
that my conscience spits at you
and just for a while
take off the burden,
give me more,
give me your patience,
give me your honesty.
Work, routine,
tiredness that hurts.
Organizing time
in a clock.
