Tropezar Al Andar

With my nails with my dryness of
the shadows of my low clarity the
era for walking tends to be casual of
my nails of my low clarity
stumble while walking placing oneself between the
thorn and a corner stumble while walking
without hearing nor voices murmur while walking
mirrors of my voice fly I don't see
trees by day mirrors of my
voice while walking clarity stumble while
walking placing oneself between the thorn and a
corner stumble while walking without hearing nor
voices murmur while walking stumble while
walking