Dawn begins to dawn
with its colored bonnet
and through the tar streets
the sun comes with its explosion
the crickets keep their song
start your engine
and everyone runs to live
his eternal end.
In the clocks they give the six;
the crowd is a roar
who wants and pulls without a reason
his crazed carousel,
and among the people Miguel goes
singing to a sky that does not see
with his walnut flute
without resting.
In what clouds will it walk?
On what blue mountain
your eyes see the light?
What countries will make
with your imagination?
What things will you feel
your heart?
Like a paper in the wind
with his song without rhyme or reason,
hitting each other,
alien to the world and color
his eyes look without looking
his steps go without walking
but in the sad crowd
is the light.
In what clouds will it walk?
On what blue mountain
your eyes see the light?
What countries will make
with your imagination?
What things will you feel
in his heart?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)