Highway
Lines in the sky
Kisses under your skirt
The clouds blush with your cheeks
And the wind want to be your hair
The darkness is shining
The car swallow the lines of the road
And the stars of the heaven
Where did I leave the photograph of your memory?
In which life did we kiss for the last time?
Days and streets
Roads and nights
Songs and songs
My lips and your memories
Arms of cement and sand
Burned under the weight of the sky
And drowned voices under the song of silence
A hug of the night
And the car keeps running
And I keep looking for you
Highway
Lines in the sky
Kisses under your skirt
The clouds blush with your cheeks
And the wind want to be your hair
The darkness is shining
The car swallow the lines of the road
And the stars of the heaven
Where did I leave the photograph of your memory?
In which life did we kiss for the last time?
Days and streets
Roads and nights
Songs and songs
My lips and your memories
Arms of cement and sand
Burned under the weight of the sky
And drowned voices under the song of silence
A hug of the night
And the car keeps running
And I keep looking for you
¿Sabías/sabes que mi vida suele carecer de un sentido práctico? ¿Y que es así por mi mero capricho de no querer otorgarle ningún orden, para no caer así en los abismos ascendentes de una cuadrada estructura lateral?
¿Sabías/sabes?