Desde La Primera Puerta

Let the day go out if you lie to me
And let the night light up if you feel me
Although the ink was permanent
Time has erased the forever

Bury my soul in your saliva
And if death believes in karma, it will give us another life
Important people are the ones who see the fall
And still go ahead to avoid the wound

We all have a box of fears
And we avoid 'I can' for fear of it filling up
Trust is not putting your hand in the fire
It's wanting to put it after the first one still burns

An image would be worth more than a thousand words
If silence didn't capture more than the light in photos
I would care about what everyone thinks
If their walls spoke better than these broken walls

Only the truth gets wet
When a red flag is raised
I'm a friend of the knife you throw at me
Because we both hurt ourselves with the edge of a blade

It's about how it ends, not how it starts
That's what reason told me
But intuition was my certainty
And I ended up starting this song

From the lighthouse of doubts
Dazzling every goodbye
From the quietest notes
Of a beat split in two

From a loose smile
In the fastest mouth
From the first door
Without the ring of your voice

I just want to daydream
And let the mind always deceive the heart
Let the word be carried by the wind
And let the flowers blow dandelion teeth

Life demands that we choose wisely
Without knowing which train it is until we miss it
It would be true about 'out of sight, out of mind'
If it didn't hurt to think of someone we no longer see

We were so close
But I'll be where you point
If as a child I never tied my shoelaces
How do you expect me to tie my vocal cords as an adult?

I try to adapt but never find the way
Because I see everything changing and still feel like Peter Pan
Who has played so much in the wolf's den
That only the eye of the hurricane's balloon remains

And now
I have no more cheeks for so many kisses
Nor do I have caresses for so many backs
Although there's always a monster for every verse

And even though it hurts, tell the universe that I lost
The less I please the world, the more I like myself
I only have one sentence left to fulfill
The deja vu of the sorrow of the poems I wrote

From the lighthouse of doubts
Dazzling every goodbye

From the quietest notes
Of a beat split in two

From a loose smile
In the fastest mouth
From the first door
Without the ring of your voice