Futuro you're a bitch

And in a cold instant , music turned dreamy and full of melancholy

Saw the see , benighted , but enlighted only by a loud shout

The shout was clear , as spine chillin' as a shout can be
De ja de pen sar

Wise the sea is , isn't it?

And so on with my bottle and my friend, i realized its time i left.

Some things are not meant to happen again
and that's pure reflexion from an unexpected fellow.

After all.. what else could make a memory be that special?
What else could make a memory to be tattooed in ones soul but the imposibility to repeat it?

There are 48 hours of blank memories to be filled
And that's a bitter drink to pass
but what the hell
this is my last drink

Why shed tears over it when my drink exists with the sole purpose
of being drank, not to be poetically analised
i will just drink it as its meant.

And tomorrow, i will miss the bitter drink
that last bitter drink and all the rounds before.

come on, fill your lungs one last time with
the air of comfort, love and laughter

y acepta ser cabeza de departamento
ser la hormiga victima de las antenas paranoicas
caminar entre muertos
sumergir persona en texto
llenar cabeza
aprender
comprender
facultarse
darse cuenta.

Adios cobijo
Adios casa de luz, mundo brillante

Me voy en busca de Abraxas.