NON BESTELA / WHERE ELSE
Last night I found a crack
In that tall and thick wall we call day to day
Now a question is hammering my mind:
What must there be on the other side?
Impossible to quench my curiosity until I jump over it.
It must be at night
Tell me how else to flee
From the most watched out cell
From the look of our blind eyes
Of our own confinement
Of the enormous weight of each other´s name.
Last night I found a fine crack
In that line of links we call day to day
Beware of the next
For I will start running
And I don’t intend to stop until my heart blows.
I´ll fly on the wings of a good song
I´ll wait for you in some edge