Still meditating

i hear Her little feet

carrying a power

i've never witnessed before

She possesses what She wants

And when i think i know better

She always knows best

 

 

 

In a convertible

in summertime full of beautiful women

we're screaming music through red-red lips

going Tehuantepecer through soundtracks

Meanwhile I dance in the car

loaded with small people, windows up

It's winter, the one that's not going to stop me

from living dreams now

You hear? We'll never be happy someday

it's rightaway. Do it