Something magical.
Amazing.
Only before an abyss,
the magic,
to take a bite,
goodbye to the paradise,
the white widow, to the Paraguayan press,
it's not the same.
A gypsy reading my hand,
nothing good, brother,
I enter you like a foreigner in a paramo germ,
if you got here it was for something,
for that strange force that is approaching us,
I knock on the magnetized opposites,
nothing changes,
it seems that I like to hurt myself,
it's not in vain,
I tear my heart out like before,
I go to Zacatecas highway,
nobody is waiting for me,
the chef does not give us his recipes,
realness,
Cormega,
I blow the laser cartridge,
I know what my grain is in the paella,
and who my
plejetú until he dies,
of those who go against my güera,
what happens güera,
I bring virgencitas to
the grandmother,
I lost a cuestra,
once again,
the *,
anguish,
the gut in war,
the future
terrifies me,
accept the consequences,
leave everything for the night before,
very visceral,
make the suitcases,
the conscience, alchemy,
know that you still have tears,
that there are no more
exits, reclaimed, the same stones,
surprises that life gives you,
from the pyramid of
the island to the roads,
those bad things of mine,
I already stepped on the bombonera,
I thought I was dying there,
my mother,
the one from Fiat 91,
my spoiled one,
biblical teachings,
a cycle of uranium, divine love, art, balance,
divergent paths,
the children of the bohemian,
what is hidden behind the name,
you ask and nobody answers you,
astral travels,
Paris,
London,
why are you hiding from yourself?
Why are you hiding from yourself?