Open them, open them, slowly
Say what you see, tell me what you see, if there´s something,
a spring, brief and fleeting in your hands.
Time for the end, define the trace
tune, regroup pieces
in my collection of medals and scratches.
It's here, who saw it
dancing like a bow on a fan?
Who would have thought that there are no Magi without some coal.
There are still some vices to perfect on strange days
we will uncover them in intimacy with the toe.
It's here, who saw it,
dancing like a bow on a fan?
who would say there´s no treat without blur.
The future dressed in the emperor's new clothes
Who would have thought that there are not Magi without some coal
We still have many more gifts to open
turning coins discovering a profile
cellophane begins and echo ends.
De nada.
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