or my lovely
I'm leaving
and do not carry with me
There is a journey
only if everyone does
why not you go near
because fate has not
a brick wants to be home
become a morning church
and the fool in me
that asks what
wants to become something
and will be ... a dead end
under a sword or a rope
looking for my Wild West
to find the Holy Grail
Brada a race across the border
take a light
for you l. .. out
when I walk
the streets of colors
I'll climb the rocks in the middle of the wind
footsteps of those who lost or won
wander my odyssey
the idea of you my idea
cut her hair and go into a convent
take a voice
for you out there
when I walk
the streets of colors
There was a knight
black and white prisoner
without a dream or a mystery
without faith or heresy
without the wings of a horse
without the waves of a sailboat
what if fate rivolesse spent
I would not be strong for your weight
to fly in a rodeo
in respect of a tournament
death and to be your husband
peace take
for you out there
when I walk
the streets of colors
There was a knight
black and white prisoner
without a place or a path
no devil nor God
without a sky hawk
without a cry of a warrior
I leave you without missing
and you lose some '
even if
let is a bit 'to lose
or my lovely
hello or good
I'm away
with a thought of you great
and a new sense of me
There was a yellow knight
who stole a horse to reefs
a crystal and a underground mines
chimneys drew a castle on coral
and the ball went around the neighborhood
There was a red knight
that went up the hill of storms
above the ditch of the night city
moved behind a sky of railings in the sea
big
a brazier of immensity
There was a blue knight
which captured the youth of spring-
chimeras that led to slavery-
freed from the wreckage of a crane yard
to a field of prayers-there
it goes too
walking the streets of colors
