El Cuadro II
Héroes Del Silencio
The Painting 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
