deambular
De los huecos que se olvidaron
de dibujarte
se desprenden ramas de tinta
roja
tinta roja voces gri-
-tando que esa línea in-
-visible es tu movimiento
tu espíritu celeste
Tu cuerpo es
su satélite
Su cuerpo es
tu satélite
blanco
Un largo viaje
a destiempo
Y este viento en el pecho
Me desarma y
me crea
Puedo no mirar
disimular
que no está en el cielo
ese lunar
de dibujarte
se desprenden ramas de tinta
roja
tinta roja voces gri-
-tando que esa línea in-
-visible es tu movimiento
tu espíritu celeste
Tu cuerpo es
su satélite
Su cuerpo es
tu satélite
blanco
Un largo viaje
a destiempo
Y este viento en el pecho
Me desarma y
me crea
Puedo no mirar
disimular
que no está en el cielo
ese lunar
Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Porcelli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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