Nahuel Piscitelli - Cruces

Zamba del Viento

Tirándole tierra al papel
Grito al vacío igual que ayer
Las nubes de la siesta y este penar a cuetas
Que voy tratando de entender
Sigo encerrado en esta piel
De acero y miedo y al perder
El centro de la vida de a poco se me olvida
Jugando a desaparecer
Y el tiempo parece girar
La adrenalina de buscar
Creo que el viento va a escuchar
Mi melodía al despertar
Heche raíz en el sillón
Por hoy el día terminó
Y mi cabeza sigue sin pisar tierra firme
No puedo ver mi corazón
Se va acabando esta canción
Corté mis manos y mi voz
Si mi razón se entrega el agua y la sal se mezclan
Poniéndole el cuerpo al dolor

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Writer(s): Nahuel Piscitelli
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