Baldosas amarillas [English translation]

Desire's peep-holes are closing already

they have been sealed

out of fear that they'll steal our footprints.

A thousand thieves for not making axises of evil

calm-sellers

keeping watch like vultures from their vantage point.

Like an unbeatable tightrope walker

I paint in braille the next mortal's steps.

You took your time in looking at the moon

without anxiety frozen to your back,

because you can't play with it's other face

which surely is the better one Buñuel hated

he cut it to slices

leaving only the cover on the curtain.

Like an unbeatable tightrope walker

reading in braille the next mortal's steps.

If I go over the script in my memory

you go from door to door to look for yellow tiles

for an impossible tightrope walker

reading in braille the next mortal's steps.

His realism, to dominate without revealing

it's my dreamed land

if they close the peep-hole

I'll break the window.

If I go over the script in my memory

you go from door to door to look for yellow tiles

for an impossible tightrope walker

reading in braille the next mortal's steps.

Like a cinema projector

throwing into the air the light that deceives us passing by...

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:Mapas