Hoy

You can move and make more noise
Or be a crushed paper boat.
You must feel the same shadow
And you will run through that abyss
To see what is leaving
Or stay in place.
Today the apple rots
And Buenos Aires sounds.
Let the wind make you fly today
Stretching your arms out,
Shouting at time that remains the same,
Polishing the sand moon.
You climbed a tree only once
And you were the queen of spring.
What you did without dreaming
Stopped in one place.
Today, seduce the path opening your destiny.
Letting the wind make you fly
Stretching your arms out,
Shouting at time that remains the same,
Polishing the sand moon.
(Make you fly, new moon)