Nuevo Libro

I look at the whole sky that is paid for
I watch the Sun dying in these waters
I think hard about what you talk about
I count until I live it and then you talk

Cross the fire, leave your sandals
Cover the fear of nothing in the land
Something that torments no longer speaks
Count until you die and then you stay silent

And the new book is this wise night
Wisely running in the meadows that accompany us
Without knowing

And the new book is this wise night
Wisely running in the meadows that accompany us
Without knowing

Once on the edge, and once in the wind
Once minutes then eternal
Sing in dry voices of the morning
They come back from some end and then they talk

Against the windmills of your wind
Facing the illusions that I don't have
Behind the things that happen
What ultimately then falls silent

And the new book is this wise night
Wisely running in the meadows that accompany us
Without knowing