infinita tristeza
again and again

on the radio
a soft rain

walking up the hill
llorar, he’s singing

about the sea
a slow walk

with too much time
to think

viento de Washington
he sings as if he knows

you’d roll your eyes
like you always do

so stingy with words
I’d disagree Manu

en cuanto a la tristeza
it’s a desert only

and dying of thirst
but yes, slowly