DELIRIO

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First of all, let me introduce myself
Agustín Cruz, the rest is not important
Visual artist descendant of immigrants
Who arrived here due to an unstable economy
More than once I looked for culprits
And they say that the one above got the worst part
I argue victories and renounce draws
Since I didn't find God, I put him in my mother's eyes
I know my ego has been a temporary shell
That served as an entrance to a world I don't want, and
I no longer expect anything but love to whom I owe, and
Enough grace to give thanks before a but
I am a temporary container like an igloo melting
Or the animal infidelity hidden under the veil
To the eternal divinity that dwells behind the sky
I asked what world I was looking for by dynamiting the ground, and well
It turns out that the light at the end of the tunnel
Was my immune lion crossing a ring of fire and I could
See the shabby human, neglectful of who nurtures him
Like a blind enslaved person who chooses a vulture as a guide
I shoot scenes to your eyes from my focus
With so much internal energy that they are electric shocks
I opened spiritual channels since my childhood in the mountains
The massiveness in the unnecessary is to be poor

No, no, I don't need so much
With bare feet and my sedative under the tree
I loved her so much that I gave her a bird machine
So that from above she can see the dimension of the paragraph
This is not a song and if it is, I don't know what kind
Maybe the kind of person who is nothing in the infinite
Lately I wonder why I exist
I am living behind bars, now I am an ex-convict
Baby kiss the evil, clean my wounds
Body tattoos that remind that flesh fails
If I grew up painting outside the frame, not crossing the line
It's dishonest like your truth that is rehearsed for something
Don't leave and leave my flesh dry
Cross the vertigo of the night disguised as a storm
If you leave, I hope you don't come back
Because a wolf until it dies will remain alert
I'll be fine drawing texts
It's not the first time I visit hell
I have a room and if you want I'll show you
We have to travel in a spiral to the center terminal
I come back with 22 winters
Lips coated with hell and the mouth tastes like exile
Screaming in the open field that ours will be eternal
Although the weight of your secret costs me silence, and
The kisses you gave me were anesthetized by time
Aged in a moth flying slowly
I'm living in a loop, a prisoner in your memory
Her photo emanates light tasting like a waste of time
No matter how close she is, the moment will not be relived
She returns and in free moments dressed as a crow
She materializes in me even when I sleep
And pecks away the little peace I harbor

First of all, let me introduce myself
First of all, let me introduce myself
First of all, let me introduce myself
Agustín Cruz, the rest is not important