[Lyrics by Eduardo]



And from the countenance

Of the ridiculous suspended on the ground,

From the window behind the curtains, 

The broken key stares at itself. 

Lost as free grains of sand

In your hand... with the wind...

In the fall's laughter, 

The night's clock alters 

With the dog's old bark. 

Reversed and unquiet portrait of myself. 

Imaginary of the inexistent coincidence.

Neither can I find my inner 

Where should I certainly be! 

I return with an incoherent late ticking

To the frozen street 

Without knocking at the door. 

Despising any company, 

Inside her nobody can be found.

Inflaming me to one more promenade

Through the night. 

In a night without magic... 

Thoughtless among the fields of the memory.

Maybe lost. 

Hurt by the dilemma that refreshes the pain,

Which has carried me until here!

Tempting me with a challenge... 

A moan of a hunted relief 

By the kiss in which I get rid of myself. 

Excited by time. In loneliness received...