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The Cactus Woman and the Balloon Man

She was the dryest that you've seen around here
Face of disgust under a sea of freckles that blossomed in April
A thousand waters
I swear you've seen her pass by and walk around in the middle of Madrid
 
He was always jumping and drowning
In the puddles of plaza Dos de Mayo and then stomping off.
It wasn't a saying

Beam of light

I want you see the sunset
when the sun begins falling
and after it the street lamps lit,
the sky ignite and wear pastel tones,
that you have the world at your feet
and also as cloth cap,
that you know how to follow the steps knowing the cost of leaving a mark,
that nothing blinds you unless it be another gaze,
that you arrive, close your eyes, open them and that you see the light of a candel extinguished,
that you put me face and tell me if this voice goes with me,
that you want to fish on the water, the reflection of the full moon,
that you count all the seconds that leaking out a sand clock takes
that you turn a world globe and choose a random destination with your fingertips,
that you see Madrid, Paris, Berlin, Pekin and also Las Vegas,
that you be able to gaze at everywhere as far as the eye can see,
that a flame from a bonfire on the middle of the beach hypnotise you
and it moves as the tides move the waves against the watchtower,
that you raise your eyes to me, your slow eyes
on the point between the soul and the body
closing them with me inside...
 
I want that we see each other again,
let me see how your eyes look at me,
come,
I want to tell you that if we talk about looking
the eyes are from the personwho makes your eyes shine*.
 
I want that we see each other again,
let me see how your eyes look at me,
come,
I want to tell you that if we talk about looking
the eyes are from the person who makes your eyes shine*.
I want that we see each other again...
 
I want you go to the cinema and sit down,
to see on every scene how you get surprised
special effects and that you doubt if they are real,
that you lie down looking up at the sky,
looking for clouds with animal shapes,
comets and shooter stars, fireworks,
that it cloud over and downpour again,
that you blow the eyelash from the finger
and you count with your fingers the seconds
and how many of them separate the lighting from the thunder,*
that you count all the stars and sign them for the firmament,
with the purpose of putting your name to the world
due to it has the colour you want to see,
know that every light is holding a shape,
that you read the most beautiful thing of the world even though it is poor handwriting,
it is not about the eyes, it is about the gaze,
it is not about the gaze but how you look,
it is not about how you look, it is about how you get quiet and tell everything even though you don't talk,
that you be able to see everything,
mainly the most important things
but paradoxically the biggest ones are not able to be seen,
they are able to be seen with the eyes closed, but that is why we close them (the eyes)
when we kiss, cry, dream...
 
I want that we see each other again,
let me see how your eyes look at me,
come,
I want to tell you that if we talk about looking
the eyes are from the personwho makes your eyes shine*.
 
I want that we see each other again,
let me see how your eyes look at me,
come,
I want to tell you that if we talk about looking
the eyes are from the person who makes your eyes shine*.
I want that we see each other again... oh oh oh oh