Blanco y Negro

In a gradient of colors life goes, gentlemen go
It always starts in pink but it degrades
Until it becomes an intense black
That reaches our intellect and as the years go by
We discover that it's dead

In a thousand shades of gray we get scars
And even in the time of sex, we deliriously tire

And when we fall asleep
With great pain we discover
Dreaming is not foolish
We lose eight more hours

In black and white we remain
Clair-obscur defect
The lines are not defined and the desires are not an excuse

And when it comes to guilt, no one is the guardian of their sex
We play at making life and lose the moment

And when it comes to guilt, no one is the guardian of their sex
We play at making life and lose the encounter