Me pongo a servir al corazón
(I put myself to serve the heart)
Everything is somehow a belief
that makes of abstraction a reality
I sit on the king of the time's armchair
and I put myself to serve the heart
I know that love also depends
on how much I move today
Travelling is leaving me
every time more corners without reason
The branches come out of me without control
the leaves fall seeking their sun
in which garden should I find myself today