Historia de La Moneda Que Fue Lanzada Y Dio Vueltas Tantas Veces Iii

The seventh house, gathered the marks of the hospice
Throwing me into the loneliness of renunciations
Spitting a scar in the orange sky of its mirror.

To the east of memory, the verbs were sentenced
Communicating with each other without leaving the rooms
Asking if the waves come alone
Or have something to do with the shore before the eyes of the wind.

I feel like I can run towards you
I feel like I can outsmart the keeper of sanity
I feel like I have felt my senses in the windows of the vultures
And I feel like I have lost everything, except for reason.

The coin was flipped and spun so many times
The luck was already cast sideways, from the side or head-on
It's forbidden to make a wrong move as time rushes
"Don't scratch the world anymore
Because the ghost - that doesn't forgive
- has arrived"

We sent signals from clandestine ports
Boarding some winks, so urgent on ships with no destination
I know it has 100 lies tied to its mouth
Without saying a word
We will search in the corners, beneath time
... for the reason