Carrusel sin fin - Federico Aubele

It's been raining non-stop for years now
Anxiety stalks in the darkness
Ghost of a ghost riding on a boat
knows it can only shipwreck again

The aroma of [her] skin confines
all of the contradictions
that can only be accepted.
Desire is like the web to the spider

Endless merry-go-round
Endless merry-go-round

Wine tinges words of the winged woman
while she moves forward on the desolate landscape
of a dream left only to her by the painter.
The brush, still smoking, rests on the road.


The aroma of [her] skin confines
all of the contradictions
that can only be accepted.
Desire is like the web to the spider

Endless merry-go-round