Miradas de metro

Las puertas del andén se cierran,
dos chicas, dos chicos,
ninguno se conoce,
y todos sabemos lo que estamos buscando:
"Devuélveme la mirada".

Ella lo mira fijamente,
Él no la ve. Ella voltea.
Otro él la mira, Ella no lo ve.
Él me mira, yo no lo veo.
Yo veo a Otro él.
Otro él escucha música, usa jeans y camisa negra.
Él usa jeans negros y camisa roja.
Ella, camisa gris y capri, no deja de verlo a Él.
"Solo mírame, un segundo, solo mírame"

We are in a city where chaos and disaster is all over.
Once in a while everyone asks for a look.
Just a look.
"Tell me that I'm not the only one here,
thinking about company and understanding".

What are we waiting for?
Every minute the train goes a little further,
people is getting in our way.
They don't let us look at each other.
They become walls.
They block us.
Suddenly, we are blind.
"Get out. Please, get out".

One is out.
He didn't look.
He didn't look.
He's part of a system...
System? What system? is it a system?
No, is not.
We are not gonna believe that.
"Just turn around, look at me".

She is looking at me.
We looked.
She looked at me,
One second,
and I saw all the sadness on her eyes.
Is she looking what I'm looking for?
Another opportunity,
a second chance.
For what?
What does it mean?

This is my stop.
Other he is coming down too.
Would I look at him?
Would he look at me?
Would we...?


The doors are opened.