Sitio

Red, red, like the lateritic soil

Zebra shadow on the old wooden floor

I met you under the leaves of a banana tree

Blessed are you who come in the name of the world

Washed out are the colors of the flag

I see in the morning through the windows of my car

You're the symbol of a lost paradise

Don't let the rain erase you before my coming back

Sweet and sour, as the dish on the stove

As the memories that took control of my thoughts

They're too sweet to be true and too sour to be kept

Let me live again, as if nothing happened

Lie down on this frayed hammock chair

Wait for the moths to gather around the light bulb

Former intruders are now part of your world

Open your house to nature and your mind to adventure