La Hamaca

I come and go without a care
I only have time and excitement
And I go in only one direction
The one of the wind in my heart
Here in the hammock, ham, mock, ham, mock

Memories come and go
Only those remain that give me
Feelings similar to the Movement, that I only achieve

Here in the hammock, ham, mock, ham, mock

It's not like the slide
That vile metaphor of life and death
Nor like the seesaw, that always leaves you to your fate
And always goes down.
No, no.
I go to the hammock...