Ramón,
I had a thousand dreams that are no longer dreams,
Lots of friends without an answering machine,
I had a dream
And the soul of sad Ramón.
Walk aimless and with little ambition,
Sleeping between four cardboard boxes,
And humble consolation,
The blood of a preacher.
He pulls a cart full of his loneliness.
Ramón,
He is convinced of his invisibility.
He denies.
He leaves, looking back,
He thinks when he will return
The sun his awakening,
And if his loneliness
He will leave with the coldness
From the ground where he will sleep,
He leaves, he lets himself go.
He lets himself go.
Ramón,
He repeats the phrases, he wants to answer,
His conversations leave no room,
His teeth resonate,
It is cold who makes him silence.
He goes without shoes
Through the glass streets,
Ramón
He goes convinced of his invisibility,
And he denies.
He leaves, looking back,< br/>Think when it will return
The sun will wake up,
And if its loneliness
It will leave with the coldness
From the ground where it will sleep,
It will He goes, he lets himself go.
He lets himself go.

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