El Cuadro - Héroes del Silencio

Mis ojos van al cuadro

algo se ha iluminado

y en su

interior las figuras danzan

me miran fjamente y se

agrandan.

Mi cuerpo pesa menos

siento que me

elevo.

Las pistolas de warhol

sin municin

se

nubla en mi cerebro la situacin.

Rodeado por

miradas

algo difuminadas

y admito los colores de su

interior

sufre mi figura una transformacin.

aquellos ojos blancos

formndose a su lado

me obligan

a sentirme as

estn tras de ti …

… estn tras de

ti.

My eyes go to the painting

something has lit up

and in his

inside the figures dance

they stare at me and

they enlarge

my body weighs less

I feel that I

I raise

Warhol's pistols

out of ammo

I know

clouds the situation in my brain.

Surrounded by

looks

somewhat blurred

and I admit the colors of your

inside

My figure undergoes a transformation.

those white eyes

forming by his side

they force me

to feel like this

they are after you…

… are after

you.