La Galería

I was dreaming of a gallery,
in which the paintings moved toward me.
And a painting, of I don’t know what sprite,
was looking at me and laughing with passion.

There I found scenes from the past.
My fear was painted there forever
and an old ghost I painted some time ago
wouldn’t stop laughing, suggesting.

What do you want from me, old fear, if I don’t belong here?
I’m from the world of dreams.
You thought I was gonna get on board, oh no,
if you’re just a fantasy to me.

Goodbye, old fear, I trade you for a memory
I hope to find you in some dream.

I was dreaming of a gallery
where the paintings were laughing, suggesting.