Rapeo a Camara

Don't come to judge my rap
I just write what I see
I stroll with a poem in my knees
And the pen between my fingertips that wants to tickle you

Don't wait for that train to pass
It won't move if you don't get on too
I open the paper for you to enjoy the view
The curves of your skin are already known by the conductor

More than an artist, they consider me a bohemian
An exiled alchemist who has annexed from his guild
But the world of dreams can never be a slave
Even though its owners have put more than one nail in it

The clouds in the sky haven't had dinner yet
And the best dish I offer is this gray melancholy
If hypocrisy comes, I won't invite it to sleep
My bed is poetry and it doesn't know how to lie

Yesterday I was wounded by your razor tongue
Luckily today is a holiday and the heart doesn't work
Death is approaching and I'm not worried if it comes down
I bring a couple of rhymes and a life advantage

To judge the sun, you must see the light first
If I don't know myself, how will you do it
If I'm close to heaven, I don't care about hell
Who wants to be eternal in such a short eternity

If you act like you're owed something
The world returns the bills for repossession
Excuses that you never have credit
Work if you use them rarely and not often

If you open your heart, never close it when leaving
Even if it's late, someone else might come
You don't fear love, you fear losing it
And the worst mistake here is not knowing how to recognize it