In the whirlwind of your gaze
I've lost myself
The tranquility of my presence

It's a tumult
Where every moment of mine
Leads to another moment in my pocket

In the crowd where
Words from here
Merge into those from there

The reason has taken over my existence
And narrates

The hat spins
Between bewildered eyes
Looting our coins of happiness
Plundering them

A woman has spread her rug
Selling the memories of my childhood
Each child for the price of a cigarette's thread
To the passersby of loneliness

Beautiful girls
Laughing and intoxicated
Each spinning a moment
Distorting their stories

I'm lost
In the hustle of your presence