Caminito
San Pascualito Rey
Little Path
Walking to the sea
Without looking back
Abandoning the city
Traveling through the serenity
Of will
The buried pains
Have turned into flowers
Collecting pieces of the burning sun
Listening to the rocks
That I'm leaving behind
Each one a discarded wish
I'm throwing bits
Of a poisoned heart
To the great animal
Of the past
I'm on the little path doing my thing
