Out of Time
While I was discovering life
that house was,
little by little,
getting filt up with books...
thirty years old from now.
Learning to walk,
one book.
Learning to talk,
one book.
The school,
another book.
An ice-cream,
one book.
Out of time you and me keep going on,
without a possible future,
but we don't care cause.
The things go the way they do.
On this senseless way we look at each other,
without a real past.
We can't control destiny,
and we can't go on like this.
We do cause life doesn't always
come as we would like it to come.
Out of time and keeping on.
Out of time and keeping on.
While I was discovering life
that house was getting filt up with books.
Little by little,
with thirty years between...
Between late winter hours.
Autor(es): Belén Bandera
