Art was, the sky that I saw that night
more than once, the muses were the clouds
to tie her in a hug
to know that the eyes of the soul
they have a mutual and permanent view
and take food to my conscience
which does not fail even in games of chance
That night the terror ship
was bombarded by lonely stars
that seduce cats to intimidate
the song of the crickets that hypnotizes
even an atheist is simply art
what I try to explain to you
the hands of an author
the one that achieved that the horizon
it will turn pink at sunset
the inventor that night
it's over at sunrise
Simply art
that by means of a big kiss
you can see twin souls
flying over a maris
that a tear dries
in exchange for a smile
Behind a beautiful world
there is a great artist
study at infinity
and payment with three hearts
that they were reborn
all this is art
And when the sun goes down
and everything has finished
I will realize that it was a dream
everything that I have lived blindly
and the clock will have stopped
the past will be dead.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)