En el techo.

Overture, epilogue.

Who was the person who,

with no hopes of being there,

was sitting on the roof?

Was the person with whom she,

a woman with wiggly hair,

golden and windswept,

was dreaming?

Was the person that she,

mother and housewife,

with neglected hair,

wanted by her side?

Was it the person who was on the roof,

a dream, a thought, a wish,

or a reality, something true, something concrete?

The person sitting on the roof,

was waiting anxiously to the morning,

to rest from their hard work.

Since he worked at night,

with both hands busy,

by making people dream,

think and shout:

I'm the one on the roof!