Nativa

Because first I find the concrete, this station,
this our secret, entering, exiting, looking, seeing,
where those engines roll straight,
sliding between the avenue, daily the descent and the ascent,
meeting where there is life, the appearances that continue.
Starting pavement, sliding floor
Because second I find myself laughing, this time,
this company, entering, exiting, looking, seeing,
where the houses among cement, sliding even in fall,
all night, all day, entrusting ourselves
Upwards, in sensations our native
Starting pavement, sliding floor
Native, native...
Starting pavement, sliding floor
Starting pavement, sliding floor
Native, native, native...