It was raining
There was something that one wasn't seeing
It was breathing, something was breathing
In the room of the sposasi was hiding
Yet one was dying
Again tell it to me again
That everything was turning back like how it was
As it was burning what it was dispersed
And as it was turning
Every time she left
It was crying
And it got tired
As sand of the time was changing
And yet, it was living
And it was embodied
And sometimes I was sure that it was hiding
And who it was starting again
It was going up
And was going down
It was asking and answering
It was amazed
And it was producing
And it was expelling the sounds
The sounds that was stealing
It was raining
But so white and nobody if it was taking her
So briefly
That it was missing us a bit
While looking to the phone that was ringing
And he wasn't hanging up
He wasn't talking
But he knew that everything that had enough
What he was believing
What he was not seeing
So precise and imperfect
That nobody he was bringing down
If he didn't want, he wasn't thanking
With a bow from a tamer was saluting them
And so he was closing
And he was closing or was taking
And like a Mexican was departing