Demasiado
Lisandro Aristimuño
Too Much
You will run when
the time fades away
Without thinking of me
I disappear again
In the room
In a glider
Without pretending too much
This sky is
starry
Dazzle me,
until I can't look
Imagine me
In a glider
Without pretending too much
Too much to see
In the room
My wings open
What will become of me lying down?
