Tres

I wake up every day wanting to be defense,
prosecutor and judge; you, me and him.
I want to know what they did,
what they will do and what they wouldn't do or be the role,
the stone and the scissors;
eyes, mouth and skin.
The cuckold, the most desired and the stubborn unfaithful.
The door, the window or fall like Olmedo did,
from that balcony, to never return.
To be the degenerate, the love for your body or first time.
Noon, midnight and sunset.
Better than two options will always be three.
I want to be a killer, be the victim, the witness.
The smoke, the bag and the wine.
The journey, the first step, the destination.
Climb, descend or react: look for exits.
To be able to lock up freedom and extract some truth
and steal a bit of truth.
I am a blank paper, ten topics in a day
or just know not to die of thirst.
I love you all day, I hate you and I'm afraid
and I want to be a train, a truck on the road and the shot to the temple.
I become Cement, Museum or some