Inciso

We talk all the time about the ephemeral and the brief
On wanting to erase and rewrite our diary
Of the years that have passed in a single season
From a favorite series that accidentally ends

Rolling down the window to smell the sea again
Spending twenty-four hours trying to stop them
Of the never and the almost
From the perhaps of the volatile

How clumsy is the second who never won the minute
How selfish is the clock that wants us to be vagabonds
Pins of nostalgia hold us without permission
When the heart and soul only ask for an interlude

We talk all the time about trying to be happier
Psychologists cover up our scars with drinks
Let's see who is worse or who seems to be saner
When we are born without suitcases or a return ticket

We teach others without being masters of our own
Having pockets full of deserts
Of never and of almost
From the perhaps of the volatile

How clumsy is the second who never won the minute
How selfish is the clock that wants us to be vagabonds
Pins of nostalgia do not hold without permission
When the heart and soul only ask for an interlude

In love with the moment before everything
Of what your eyes keep
In the moment before loving you
Infinity always tries to hide
In every comma, he has fun
Watching how our fate runs
Hey, hey

How clumsy is the second who never won the minute
How selfish is the clock that wants us to be vagabonds
Pins of nostalgia hold us without permission
When the heart and soul only ask for an interlude
An aside