Silence is the word that lives, that pulsates
All the music I make
is the city where ships dock
Full of sounds, from a distance, from exhaustion
Ã^ this street where courage is laid bare
Cowardice is drunk by steel
Ã^ the only ³rid cinema into which I enter
And under cover I return to your lap
Ã^ the light that sets my veins on fire
The ghosts that are released in your gaze
That they accompany you in the places where you stroll
It's the port where I lose myself breathing
Silence are the screams of a thousand cranes
And the eternal sound of barges
That squeaking sound they navigate through the streets
And the faces that are hidden in the windows
I wish I could know
That silence that you bring within you
I wish I could find
The silence you bring for me
By silence one kills
By silence one dies
You have my blood in your veins
Is it for me that he runs?
We are two strangers
Lost in peace
In search of silence
Too alone
We are two mementos
We are two moments
Two tired winds
In search of memory
Of times past
Silence is the river that hides
br/>The odor of a blackened building
The asphalt that assaults me when I stop
Surrounded by a body already defeated
Silence are the lights that go out
In the night, in the already naked dawn
And the men and women on the corner
Exchange pleasures, virtues, perhaps AIDS
Silence à It's the white of the paper
And the pale black of the hand
It's the shadow that disappears like a poem
In a graffiti that is a gazelle or lion
Silence is the subway stairs
Where poets masquerade as psychics
Silence is the crack that circulates
Among the streets chosen confidants
I wish I could meet
That silence that you bring in you
I wish I could find
The silence that you bring in me
Through silence one kills
Through silence one dies
You have my blood in your veins
Is it for me that it runs?
We are two strangers
Lost in peace
In search of silence
Too alone
We are two mementos
We are two moments
Two tired winds
In search of memory
Of times past
Silence is this space in me
Where I hide to cry and be cried
Ã^ the brush that falls apart in your mouth
In any dock of your low-cut bosom
We are two strangers
Lost in peace
In search of silà ªncio
Too alone
We are two mementos
We are two moments
Two tired winds
In search of memory
Of times past
Silà Ancio

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