Piedraluna

She left home with the Milky Way tattooed on her face,
while murmuring: how can they talk about what they don't know?
if they turn their backs, they won't know
how much sun I've sold to the sea for a storm.
She left home with the Milky Way tattooed on her face.
while murmuring, she was reading what the sky was writing
with shadows on the gray sidewalk.
how can they talk about what they don't know?
if they turn their backs, they won't know
how much sun I've sold to the sea for a storm.
if they already have the rumor, why do they want the truth?