En la Esquina de la Noche

The corners of Night



Night of echoes
that appear in the ears
with distant insistence

Night of steps
looking for themselves
between own mists

Night plagued with streets
that only exist
where dreams happen

Night naked of everything
speak to me from your shadows
if you see me pass
because time stoped but
I did not stop walking

Night plagued with streets
that only exist
where dreams happen

Night naked of everything
speak to me from your shadows
if you see me pass
because time stoped but
I did not stop walking