Manifiesto

I’m holding back a cry, stepping out of the
story, story... How did I get
into this tale? I don’t get the cry,
I don’t understand, I don’t get how I’m
sustaining myself. When I dive into
the story, I get violent, slow...
how I go deeper, when I think or feel,
being what I think, story... keeps
shaking. If madness
hits without indifference, come in,
hit, shake the sphere, if a clear
conscience, every simple
idea, come in, hit, think what
you want. You’ll start to imagine, but you don’t
sleep, feel... how the rhythm
stops, if I chase the target,
wind up high, flank... how
can I endure so much.
You’ll start to imagine....
When I dive into the story, I get
violent, slow... how I go deeper,
when I think or feel,
I feel what I think, story...
keeps shaking. Honestly, you fly
every time you get blocked,
crazy, but just a little, you fly
and tumble and start to spin a thousand
times, chill, it’s just while
you enter, seriously?... like a sad
puppet.
If the sentence feels like
pleasure, spread, hit, shake
the ground, if madness
affects without indifference, you go first,
I’m the real deal. You’ll start to imagine,
but you don’t sleep, you fear...
how the world holds up, if I chase the
target, wind up high, flank...
how can I endure so much.
You’ll start to imagine....