And what was beating in the night?
Were they planets or horseshoes?
This morning must I choose
between the naked sea and the sky?
And why is the sky dressed
so early in its mists?
What was awaiting me in Isla Negra?
The green truth or decorum?
And what was beating in the night?
Were they planets or horseshoes?
This morning must I choose
between the naked sea and the sky?
And why is the sky dressed
so early in its mists?
What was awaiting me in Isla Negra?
The green truth or decorum?