Sube el humo

(I want to freely exercise my right
To explore my own consciousness)

Smoke rises in a wavy thread
And I, dazed, think about the future
And the smoke rises as if dancing
And I, contemplating, smoke again
And think about the future
The one that almost slips away from me
One here planning and the moment passes by
Nothing waits if you're late
But they say
That in the dimensions of our being
There are many details to discover
Voices of time to recognize
You just have to yield
When the thread that ties you to the skin lets go

One life is not enough
I live this one eagerly
Nothing takes away my hope
Even if everything takes so long to arrive
The child inside me never stays silent
And always invites me to inhabit what he dreams
An intact vision
An astral perspective of the soul
Every journey begins today
I've already read yesterday
See you tomorrow

Smoke rises from the edge of my lips
And breaks the schedule, there are no more seconds
And the smoke rises, personifying
My dream and my song as one
And I think about the future

(Enough of the rush, moments of leisure
Are necessary for creativity
That's how music is made, that's how life is created)

M.O.T.A
Sure, it says weed but it's something deeper
Moments of Leisure in the Temple of Ajusco
Feeling the world, creating together
Smoke rises
Charting the course to follow
It's our turn to rise now
We come to share

(Play, play, play)

Smoke rises as if dancing
And I, contemplating, smoke again
And think about the future