Tired of the kisses you did not give me,
livid by excess of cold blood,
I untied the knots that gagged
the mouth of the funnel of joy.
Why invest in cans of boba soup
it's like varnishing the coffin itself,
I would have given you more than you steal me
I told him north when I went south.
With two or three metaphors in the neck
and a drop of lead in the lacrimal,
my duet of the quot quot with the duck Lucas
He rolled for the bars of the city.
What do you want? I learned how to survive the story
painting self-portraits to the bearer,
if I lack emotions, I invent them,
the dawn has no heart.
The tomato sauce of the wounds
It is cut with a chute of vanity,
the birds do not know goodbye
nor leave prisoners when they leave.
The crest of the roosters without a hen house
pa'l broth of the pot of the day later,
Yesterday you did not love me, today I do not love you,
tomorrow we will not have who to love.
With two or three icicles in the guts
and a one-way ticket to nowhere,
My face, my bowler hat and my good pipe
They opened the windows for me the most.
Do not mess with the law 'tell me on the street'
He told me what I know to citizen who,
In the absence of substance there are too many details,
from the station of France the train leaves.
What do you want? I learned how to survive the story
painting self-portraits to the bearer,
if I lack emotions, I invent them,
the dawn has no heart.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)