Today I want to hide in my refuge
The one I go to when everything goes wrong
Sit for a while and ramble
It's a habit I don't want to miss
Things almost never go easy
There is an arm that I always want to love
It's the weight of the days on my back
So much dust in one place
And still, before going to sleep
I manage to match
With that gray cloak that was camouflaged
With their suitcases
Far from the sun