This is life, short life
I'm not ashamed of poetry
something sublime behind my eyes
intuit the nectar of existence
from the beginning I knew everything
under the silence of the stars
by the seams of noon
I saw myself instantly communicated,
lately looking for you in the mirror
the voice in love has bounced me
and this normal moment
it is more and more miracle.
I know there are antennas later
because I feel tuned
I follow them as they explode
my life in original fires
When I die, I want everything
I do not have time for mesures
not with life giving suspicion
that I'm dying in front of my eyes.
I will find some verses floaters
for this rare and dark swell
and I'm going to start the rumor
about what good weather is
It is so radar this song of mine
like a satellite from another song
singing is not just singing singing
but to sweat the cosmomania
but sweat the cosmomania.
Your poetry is an attack
like an uncontrolled alarm
against the system that dynamite
and finger ring in the resistance
I give for living at the core of everything
this city with the evaporated rhyme
and there's a cumbia for there
looking to rush
I will find some verses floaters
for this rare and dark swell
and I'm going to start the rumor
about what good weather is
lately dream that I'm a mirror
the voice in love has bounced me
and this normal moment
it is more and more miracle.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)