Vocals: Miroslava Martínez Rodgríguez & Guitar: Cristina Rico |
Naked soul
I am a naked soul in these poems,
Soul naked that distressed and alone
It is leaving his dispersed petals.
Soul that can be a poppy,
That can be an iris, a violet,
A crag, a forest and a wave.
Soul that as the wind anxious layabout
And it roars when it is on the seas,
And he sleeps sweetly in a crack.
(copyright Cristina
Rico / Miroslava Rodríguez)
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