Arista

The lines that I put you through
A memory on fresson
Fragile evermore

She believes that tragedy
Carries much more beauty
Than it has the right to

Arista
Que separa
Que contrasta
Que convida

Underlying history
Painted in tempera
Colors that just won't meet

Magenta, it's you and me
The bridge that do not exist
But it's always crossed

Arista
Que separa
Que contrasta
Que convida