Un Par de Miradas
Miguel Inzunza
A Couple Of Looks
Tired, scrap from whipping compasses
Against the ground a giant crosses the desert
Although from close up it looks small
Wet, forbidden his mother
Don't know about the adventure
Full of dangers is the road
But the distance has no cure
I only received two postcards
Who had orders to give him
A million illegal kisses
Had a washed out hope
That one morning they would meet
A couple of looks
A couple of looks
A couple of undocumented looks
Anxious, early a clock
Who struggles to wake them up screams
In your ears from both sides
He goes to school and she to work
Live by waiting for a call
Die because the week ends
Dream of breaking a wall
Had a washed out hope
That one morning they would meet
A couple of looks
A couple of looks
A couple of undocumented looks
A couple of looks
