I walk just because,
the road fulfills me
i don't expect it to get me anywhere.
It's raining upwards today,
today one does not complain
of bad luck.
I can handle it all
just as the ground holds me.
Path to follow,
I make stone nests,
instinct is reborn.
Our knowledge does not know what will come,
it makes you the way you are, it makes you like that.
In this tributary of what happened to you,
which is filling the lake with yesterday’s pieces.
You are a sprinkler of love,
cockle.
A cockle I want to be,
and fulfilled doing nothing.
When you have one thing you want the other
and the other and the other and so we are.
You know it looks better in green,
let everything remain the same to us,
it's scary to decide
but it makes a way with the 'yes' between the fingers.
And what if the days will fly by?
I will fly at night.
what if I waste my time?
I will fill it with desire.
What if it doesn’t get me anywhere?
I'll see about that tomorrow.
You are a sprinkler,
you are a sprinkler of love.
What you bring only you bring out,
you bring out darkness,
you bring out rays of light.
Cockle.