Rayuela [English translation]

Hopscotch¹, chapter Seven.

You're looking at me, you're looking at me closely,

every time closer still

and then we play cyclops,

we're looking at each other still closer

and the eyes widen,

drawing on each other, overlap each other

and the cyclopes staring each other,

breathing confused

Texts written and published years ago,

with cronopios² or without them,

around their world of games;

at this great occupation that gaming is

when searching for other doors...

[Chorus:]

One, two, three, four ...

Earth, Sky!

Five, six ...

Paradise, Hell!

Seven, eight, nine, ten ...

You have to know to move your feet

in hopscotch, or in life

you can choose one day.

Why edge, from which side will you jump?

Other approaches to non-daily life

simply by beautifying the daily life,

to brighten it all at once differently.

Take it out of the box,

define it, anew and better.

I only need to close my eyes

to undo everything and start afresh.

Exactly like with your mouth that smiles

under my hand that's drawing you.

(chorus)

I'm feeling you trembling against my body

like a moon on water.