El Cuadro II

My eyes go to the painting
Something has lit up
And inside it the figures dance
They stare at me and grow larger

My body feels lighter
I feel like I'm rising
Warhol's guns
Without ammunition
The situation clouds in my brain

Surrounded by gazes
Somewhat blurred
And I acknowledge the colors inside
My figure undergoes a transformation

And those white eyes
Forming next to it
Force me to feel this way
They are behind you
They are behind you