Every Day You Play With The Light

I Stroll Along Serenely, With My Eyes, My Shoes, My Rage, Forgetting Everything.

How Much Does A Man Live, After All?/ Does He Live A Thousand Days, Or One Only? For A Week, Or For Several Centuries?/ How Long Does A Man Spend Dying?/ What Does It Mean To Say 'for Ever'?

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

Cómo Se Acuerda Con Los Pájaros La Traducción De Sus Idiomas?

And One By One The Nights Between Our Separated Cities Are Joined To The Night That Unites Us.