Behind bars
For some words
That he thought so loudly.
Outside, outside it's hot
Thousands of birds
Fly effortlessly.
What is this country
Where in the night
the law of the strongest strikes?
Diego, free in his head
Behind his window
Is falling asleep, perhaps. . .
And me, who dances through life
Who sings and laughs
I think of him.
Diego, free in his head
Behind his window
Already dead, perhaps.