and I descend without a crust of bread
that disguises the luck of being letter
when the people learn that reading is fashion
that arrived dressed
and goes naked.
From your eyes stones are born,
I agonize in the circle of the defeated
and from the bone cavity,
jealousy eat up the face arrangement,
I breathe without organs out of time
and tied to another life
I see love sunk in the storm
And my death ...?
It is a queen that does not belong to me.
I have blue nails, I'm singing
and the sky is paints me a four
because I got used to it
to run with luck tending the ankles
and in tears I was a tree,
animal, gallery, street
and without regret I learned to turn on
holding the body,
when your foot seduced the thighs
in a cup of coffee.
The universe of signs awakens its hells,
I have a ship stuck in my eyes,
flames the thought
and turn on the messages,
this sea is a thread,
the moon bleeds and the ocean grows,
and Mexico? Mexico…
Mexico it shits on their corpses!
I got used to being train
and I wandered in my bodies
I made religion a traffic light
and I can not hug the cemeteries
and twinned to the trinket
I see our father and his gallada pass by,
And Justice? Justice?
Justice it´s shits on the ABC's!