Media caña
Los Piojos
Half a cane
Half round on the mattress
Tough leg and heart
You're a hook, there is no more scorer
Feel the wind blowing
Fresh grass dawn
I need to fly again
And the distance made you good
The sun rises and the night is awake
And you hear the boys going to school
A photo without color
Please don't throw me away
I am the last thing left of me
In the fourth dimension
The one with the deepest love
I thank you for taking care of me like that
Saving time in old boxes
Of ink and smoke clumsy skeins
You are returning life in drops
Keep going, keep going, stallion
That things are not going badly
This must be what it means to be happy
A glass and a dagger, nothing more elementary
To continue, to continue nailing love
But in your home there are no lights on
When you come back the pot is empty
All dreams carry wounds
