Las Rimas

We use last names in this mess
And honor the memory of our father
Because the photo needs a new frame
Because I don't even have a dog to bark at me

On the map of lost roads
I have hands and feet asleep
If I don't have the taste, I have no enemies
Little fuzz for too many belly buttons

Respect for those on the other side of the street
And I bend spoons with my mind
I live peacefully like in the Middle East
The good thing about being alone is that loneliness doesn't lie

It's not a big deal, I don't care
I don't hold grudges, but I never lie
I spent five years without leaving my apartment
Sleeping little to nothing but without remorse

We are the rage, we are the people
First you wash your mouth with detergent
We respect those who know how to respect naturally
And we tolerate those who think differently

I don't leave the house but I'm good
I can rhyme with sugar, I can rhyme with poison
Love in times of ibuprofen
It has coverage but no filling

(The rhymes, the rhymes)

It has coverage, but no filling
Pepper spray on the stairs of Congress
They asked for cheese and broke a bone
There is no path that doesn't start with a kiss
But you will end up feeling imprisoned

Prisoner of cuddles and birthdays
Thinking who will pay for the damages
And it's not the straws that weigh on you, it's the years
And the reflections in the mirror are strange

It seemed like I had them well used
But I want my Roman lance in my side
I'm not the Nazarene nailed to the cross
The Prado Museum is all fake

This is not a concentration camp
I don't remember the lyrics of any of my songs
I don't have time for more emotions
My friends are truck hijackers

Where do I want to go with this, my friends
Too much fuzz for too few belly buttons
If I can, I wake up sleeping brains
Let the lost children and grandchildren return