Novas Auroras

Happy for what has not yet come
And missing what has not even been
Waiting for the best of nows
Without having the before
And already wanting the after

And on the outside of the eyes
The hands pretend until nightfall
Time already smiling towards the end
Clocks wait for no one
Yesterday you wanted tomorrow
Today you want the after

I walk through the hours
Crossing the nows
Dancing the new dawns

I walk through the hours
Crossing the nows
Dancing the new dawns

It hasn't even arrived and thinks it's already gone
It hasn't even arrived and thinks it's already gone

Here is the fetish of time
The race, hungry, incessant of the hours
Reminding who rushes the moments
Mutants of stories, of intentions
Without hands denote the surroundings of the eternal now
Always chasing what never delays
It left without satisfaction

A precise script
Panorama in the mirror
Window from where I see everything
I've seen this whole movie

It hasn't even arrived and thinks it's already gone
It hasn't even arrived and thinks it's already gone

Yesterday you wanted tomorrow
Today you want the after
Yesterday you wanted tomorrow
Today you want the after

I walk through the hours
Crossing the nows
Dancing the new dawns

I walk through the hours
Crossing the nows
Dancing the new dawns