Carita de Pena

I have tried to be fair, with those who give me looks
I have invested in the balance of contempt and pain,

they have put a price on the enigmas, that I tell you behind
the bars to defend the sun,

I have walked in idle hours, through the streets of your
hips without love seeing me.
All roads lead to Rome, but they pass by your house
all colors sound like a joke, but I don't feel like it.

To be the one who loses my mind
to sleep in wooden doorways
to heed the impossible desire to have my body
in your sky and my feet on the ground, my feet on the ground.

I prefer a kiss of death, or a look in the vein
or a state of present body and a sad face

I have traces in my eyes, from some neighboring country
I have invented a ferris wheel, to rid myself of gravity
I have killed some flies, to feel like a killer,
not out of a desire to kill.

I have plucked from two flowers two pistils without a name,
that have wanted to coexist.
All roads lead to Rome, but they pass by your mouth
the soulmates have their story but they don't squeeze themselves.

In the genesis of sadness, there is no heart or condemnation
if you're there, any will do for me, and if not I'll smoke
like Christ a wooden cross, a wooden cross.

I prefer a kiss of death, or a look in the vein
or a state of present body and a sad face

To be the one who loses his mind
to sleep in wooden doorways
to heed the impossible desire to have my body
in your sky and my feet on the ground, my feet on the ground.

In the genesis of sadness, there is no heart or condemnation
if you're there, any will do for me, and if not I'll smoke
like Christ a wooden cross, a wooden cross.

I prefer a kiss of death, or a look in the vein
or a state of present body and a sad face