Gentle I rise if I consume some contraband smoke
soft I rise to my heaven that hell is one step
you can enter, you can go up, sit next to me
and look inside me that sometimes I play
I want to get naked and catch the smells of the fields
I want to fly and touch clouds that are passing through
fill a glass with freedom, have a few drinks
change hatred for friendship and respect cultivate it
and listen in the silence to the wind tell stories
and shove from my insides chungos rolls and grievances
I have among my riches the wisdom of failure
a refuge in my head and the flavor of the stage
and skill to go trot without whipping and without reins
a balcony in your neckline with a view to your crotch
I want to contemplate sunset from the edge of your lips
close your eyes and be able to see with yours where I am
I want to live, then sleep in the nest of your arms
wake up and ingest smuggled smoke
and sometimes I merco spare parts just in case
and I get out of the mud if you throw your smile
I am not a saint, I do not pray or go to Mass
I want my ashes to be smoked by the devil
in the street of laughter, where we made the first pact
under a fine rain, a summer night
building on ruins
a temple for my sins with smuggled smoke
Only among all we can make this a better place :)