INJURED HORSE / ZALDI ZAURITUA
You haven’t got anything
a box of matches in your hands
you haven’t got anything
You are special for me
You haven’t got anything
a good guide to be shipwrecked
beautiful among the beautiful
You are special for me
You haven’t got anything
apart from the load of doubts
accumulated by anyone who finds that things are clear
You don’t know anything
apart from the internal architecture of empathy
you don’t know anything
You are special for me
You haven’t got anything
the load of doubts accumulated by anyone who finds that things are clear
that kind of freedom tasted by anyone who finds that limits are clear
(it’s something at least)
The night has the gaze of an injured horse
Let me love.
