No Te Busques Ya En El Umbral

You're wasting your time
Thinking, thinking, and you're out of life
Playing and losing.
You eat your conscience
Apple tree in nothingness
And what will the shadows say
About your whole return.
Your being will unknowingly open to the light
It will leave without knowing it was loved
The dogs wander
In search of water
And how time passes
Without fire, without fire
Angel of the poor
Little harmony
Something has a dreamlike quality
In this insomnia.
Your being will unknowingly open to the light
It will leave without knowing it was loved
You've already left your day
Searching for blackberries
Talking about the kids
Who write in the sky
Apocalypse
Of air, of air
All that gold ends
In your pockets
Lost in the world, your being will hurt in the end
Stone navel marked.
Don't look for yourself anymore
At the threshold
So they know the shape of your soul
And let the melody continue.