¿qué haces?

nada ... trato de correr
hacía donde .... no sé ... lo más lejos que se pueda

saltar

... plap
...plap
y desaparecer -¿por qué?-

cause I'm doing nothing

a life is a life
my soul is my soul
my heart attack is coming
is shocking me with his feet


there are a lot of strangers ... they are trying to eliminate us
walking trough the street,  I can taste chilly poverty on
papers
and trash end trash

without any conception
any conversion
any dimension

its compulsive annoyance
vomiting
creeping over builds
it's not just by themselves

y entonces se levantaba y no paraba de caminar
nunca
nunca se detenía
largas horas y largos días y largas noches
caminaba ... pensaba mientras caminaba ... a veces
nublaba la mente
la atormentaba con pensamientos bastardos ...
embarazados una y otra vez de la misma y decrepita esclavitud
concerniente

al parecer no al ser sino al estar
pero no está, no sé sabe si estará ... por ahora no, por ahora se va-----
se conjuga en una vena que deja de manar ....

pero eso es nada más lo superficial.

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