Afuera de Cielo Firme

Outside of firm sky
For wanting to paint a cloud machine
For wanting to make a necklace with raindrops
For collecting words that didn't exist before
There is madness, poetry resists

For causing an earthquake of flower trees
For love of legions of barefoot poets
South of life's exiles
There is madness, poetry resists

Outside of firm sky, another sensitivity
Where we don't pass, we don't know how to pass
In the courtyard of tiles
Dance with an immense flower
She is the Sun of the hospital

Funky rare, sweet crazy
Everything slows down
Even the noises of Millán

Outside
Of firm sky
Another sensitivity
Where we don't pass, we don't know
So we lock up, hide
Where we don't pass, we don't know how to pass