Comparsa Silenciosa
Larbanois Carrero
Silent Troupe
They touch and touch the air and the tiles move away
For a call to pass through peach in silence
So that they can dream with their rope of illusion
The Five Dark-Skinned Children and the Ghost of a Drum
It's your turn, it
They hear the wood even though it is not there
Touch that touch you, dreaming they go
Five dark-skinned people around town
They touch and sound in the air of their hands and their skin
The cadence of a figari in silent back and forth
No one but them listens to that imaginary
Only the flight of his hands is a drum announcement
