Los Patios Del Alma
La Trampa
The Patios of the Soul
Your voice reminds me of a sparrow
A mix of flight and pain
Wandering bird that goes
Poetry of a cold afternoon
Hopscotch of loneliness
On cracked tiles
Gray perfume of waiting
That flies through our lives
Whistling, I wanted to find you
And I searched in The Patios of the Soul
Drowning fears, I saw you
In your silence and your calm
Fly from that filthy patio
Where everything is damp
Outside there's an urban belly
There's a pulse in the city
Without wind, sky, or sea, you sleep in the patios of the soul
You will be a longing for forgetfulness
In your silence and your calm
Leave the patio and the silence
That foreshadows the storm
Leave the immigrant patio
Because outside there's a smell of the sea
