DIENTE EN MANO

Boom

I enter and exit, I float
Between cabins of smog and soft future
I read the image, I believe in my saint
Little angel of the crisis in my neighborhood

I enter and exit, I float
The doves are statues in the theaters
I believe in magic and read in the change
If my black puppy licks my plate

I cut my fingers because I donated them
The lady only speaks with 'like', as if she doesn't see
Gold, honey, balloon skin over the unfaithful wolf
The laces that tie, all have a skin tone

Under the gate, rice branches
Dreaming of bundles of love, I cut the mattress
Under the cardboard, the farewell letter, hehe
I want God to interpret me, or lend me the Glock

My anahata walks on foot among the cans
I make more sewer poop than rats and nits in Manhattan
The skinny Cleopatra walking cats behind a Dalmatian
Thinks she's going to give an opinion from a divan on how I make money

I'm a con artist who hacks oligarchs in parlance
With half a jug of gasoline and zig-zag I make the devil
I walk the block while my belly burns
Because I know hunger doesn't hurt if the rich don't bleed

I enter and exit, I float
Between cabins of smog and soft future
I read the image, I believe in my saint
Little angel of the crisis in my neighborhood

I enter and exit, I float
Between cabins of smog and soft future
I read the image, I believe in my saint
Little angel of the crisis in my neighborhood

I enter and exit, all the time
The doves are statues in the theaters
I believe in magic and read in the change
If my black puppy licks my plate

I've been happy for three years
Thinking I'm going to die with Chagas disease taking root
The tapeworm in my belly dances at a quinceañera
The dance of leaving is very wise, something in me knew it and wanted it

I vomit rage in a blister, the jokes change
Abandonment is disgrace, grace, did you see it? I did it with a slip
The one who robbed my childhood and erased the simple
Left evidence by financing disgrace just to laugh

Needles and black gold
Are the strumming at night in the valley of the sick
Are they blind or am I dead?
I asked the seer and she pretended not to see it

Yes, yes, come in, friend
This dog doesn't bite, his ribs are made of linen, plah
Talking about the marginalized is boring
The banker sketched while shooting himself

And I know the creaking of ribs due to hunger
I saw them become pills in the faith of the unstable
To the profitable need, to be the honey in the bloodless
In pursuit of hostages at the mercy of an endless yesterday

I know the gene of the bang-bang! Comfortable
I know in skin the intense bile of the guilty
Yesterday I saw the threads of the ignorant
Dress the elegant puppet that sets the hamster spinning

I enter and exit, I float
Between cabins of smog and soft future
I read the image, I believe in my saint
Little angel of the crisis in my neighborhood

I enter and exit, I float
Between cabins of smog and soft future
I read the image, I believe in my saint
Little angel of the crisis in my neighborhood

I enter and exit, all the time
The doves are statues in the theaters
I believe in magic and read in the change
If my black puppy licks my plate