Mami

Mom
What a shame I can't cry
I was taught that sadness
Shouldn't be shown
Mom
What a shame I can't sing
Singing drives away the madness of others
Those who teach you without knowing

Mom
What a shame the shame of the end
There must be a measure that supports the heart
And we don't have to wait
Mom, they taught you with sentences, coordinates
Ordered
With little flowers drawn in Rivadavia notebooks
Mom, I no longer believe in anything

Mom
There was a winter moon, hair gel
The frost in the sky and the mystery of the night
Of some bodies

Mom
They brought you from an island, they educated you under the Sun
Then the world gets complicated and no one explains it to you anymore
That's why some nights
I hear you whispering
That's why some nights
I hear you praying
Saying Mom