Coyarama

No need
for more experiments
I absorb your wisdom
from a thousand centuries ago
I caress the ivy
and humanity
I absorb their sorrows
spatially
It's useless for me to listen
depressed as you speak
I'm a medium instantly
of what you imagine
The squinted eyes
the flaws of the place
are the topography
of my immaterial room
I woke up at dusk
but underground
I slide through caves
by worms of the city
I connect with the night
faint
from the waist path...
Pacha Mama weaves her spell in Villa Seca
Anesthetized by the midday light
I left my village and protection
thirst points me to the duel and
triad my countenance
I'm absorbing the pressure
The highlands pilgrim
prays for the truth
in the middle of nowhere
watching over eternity
Dazzled by spectral flashes
I touch the region
I multiply seeing echoes of my image
that like a mirror returns to me
The highlands pilgrim
prays for the truth
in the middle of nowhere
watching over eternity