El Muelle
El muelle esta desierto
Y los marineros
Se fueron a descansar.
El mar dono los espejos
Y una mujer
Se mira los pies.
Un viejo barco se aleja
Para no volver
El viejo barco parece
Barco de papel
Yo me he quedado aquí solo
Mirándome ser.
Yo me he quedado aquí solo
Mirándome ser. Solo.
El muelle esta desierto y
Un hombre viene.
Se acerca a mí.
Toda lo que hay en mi mano
Pero mires mi forma externa.
Y los marineros
Se fueron a descansar.
El mar dono los espejos
Y una mujer
Se mira los pies.
Un viejo barco se aleja
Para no volver
El viejo barco parece
Barco de papel
Yo me he quedado aquí solo
Mirándome ser.
Yo me he quedado aquí solo
Mirándome ser. Solo.
El muelle esta desierto y
Un hombre viene.
Se acerca a mí.
Toda lo que hay en mi mano
Pero mires mi forma externa.
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