Paloma de Papela
Max Castro
Paper Dove
I'm going to gift myself a story
And plant myself in freedom
My mountain and my desires
My mornings and my mother
Resurrect and go away
My border is the silence
And the war one more day
My battle is the memory
Every night is my comfort
To start dreaming
And become a field
Not feel fear only my faith
Recover my tree again
Make a nest for my paper dove
I'm going to paint over the snow
Our blood stained it
I'm going to reinvent my soul
Get rid of this karma
And rip out my heart
No one will change the tears
Nor the marks on my skin
Nor the shadow nor the terror
I have life and high flight
In my paper dove
