She's called Macarena,
and she has a sentence to fulfill,
She cuts her hair and she's sad,
time is running out,
In reality,
it was the godmother,
who took her to another garden,
She confused nine moons and the child didn't see her coming,
She escapes and she's sad,
they can't live anymore,
The child fulfilled her sentence,
a letter she learned to write,
In the classroom, the columns were diagonal,
They were in defense of a star,
and a love that was hormonal,
Like a,
acho,
y,
I'm the savor that brings,
macarena here to live,
It's the time we have left to learn to exist,
The autumn that judges us,
will not be able to love again,
It's the wind in the tide,
now I am a beaten bag,
But you, without the asphemy,
for your envy and anxiety,
You don't confuse innocence with false freedom,
Like a wave of intense heat,
the iris on the sea,
It was not for ego or for the mind that you respected Baltasar,
I left the game,
I was born again,
I accepted the fire and I knew how to love,
It has no rules,
it is a blind use,
the more you see the more you want to give