Como Esperando Abril

Much further beyond my window
The morning clouds
Are a flower that has been born to a train

A clock turns into a crab
And an old man's coat
With a termite storm

Much further beyond my window
Cotton balls played at being a garden
Waiting for April

Then, I enter the eyes
Dripping that light of infinity
And that's when I need
A dog, a cane, a hand, a faith

And you pass by touching
The cold with gentle silence
And, blind, I sentence you
To name everything that I don't know now

Much further beyond my window
The morning clouds
Are a flower that has been born to a train

A clock turns into a crab
And an old man's coat
With a termite storm

Much further beyond my window
Cotton balls played at being a garden
Waiting for April

Much further beyond my window
My hope played
To a flower, to a garden
Like waiting for April