Casi a ras del suelo [English translation]

The fog emerges and envelopes the city,

if I ask the heavens there's never an answer,

I look within me and I am a dry channel

from this cafe I walk down into hell.

Calling you

as I always do, calling you.

Beneath the rain a dog is dying

you can hear the world restlessly stirring,

it fills with the whole weight of a memory

flying low, almost touching the ground.

Black birds come through dreams

a cigarette burns between my fingers,

the night puts on its hat and

goes out into the street and it's a cat in heat.

• Artist:Ana Belén