There are flowers with condensed colours
Waves burn rocks with its salt
Vibrations of the sun in the dust of the road
A lot, almost nothing
Cataclysm, carnaval
There are many inhabited planets
And the emptiness of the sky's immensity
Good and bad, and mouth and honey
And this voice that God gifted me
But nothing is similar to her and me
Tears drench my visage
I live the rare power of this longing
Clear as the sunlight that cheers all
Like the perfection itself of love's rhyme
Another man will be able to cleanse himself
In the night that with the woman he grew
So many moments that are born
So much time that died
But nothing is similar to her and me