Los Amigos Invisibles

I decide to throw
All my keys
And I start a journey
With no direction or luggage
I return to the platform
Which in spring
Long and empty
Whispers in my ear
How many
Left like you one day
Prisoners of insomnia
I could continue
Paralyzed
For using both
Hands to cover myself
I look for a wagon
That at the end of the journey
I will have filled
With things to tell you
How many
Left like you one day
Prisoners of insomnia
I know they are always there
Indestructible
Invisible friends
I better learn to live with
The invincible
Ghosts of the road
By land or plane
It's all the same to me
As long as it moves
And I'm not asleep
Nothing ties me down
I throw the little book
And write my own
Straight or crooked
How many
Left like you one day
Prisoners of insomnia
I know they are always there
Indestructible
Invisible friends
I better learn to live with
The invincible
Ghosts of the road