Lapiz y Tinta [English translation]

Fabric, tape, starting again.

pencil, ink, and steal to the landscape.

and to the pleasure of finding again

the limbo of a time slipping away.

Book, cloud, this is my rest.

tree, fountain, everytime I awake.

being sleeping, camouflaging in the foam of a whim.

for complete innocence,

rambling in the boiler of the dream.

That days go by, they're a river.

now I want to feel, to walk.

now I want to paint, to feel

the color of that flower that will wither.

I paint, green places of desolated beauty,

I live the brief and its worth.

I drink, I hurry wastes of my life,

I pick myself up in the calmness of the truce that

the anaesthesia of memory gives me.

That days go by, they're a river.

now I want to feel, to walk.

now I want to paint, to feel

the fleeting summer that is leaving.

Pencil, ink, and to the pleasure of finding again.

• Artist:El Último de la Fila
• Album:Astronomía razonable