Poquito A Poco

There is a slightly open door
Between your mouth and mine
There is a dead word
An empty look

There is a silence that kills
A staircase that goes up
And a doubt that brings me down
And a head in the clouds

I admit it
I smoke joints daily
I smoke one and it's like turning on the radio
But inside my bitter head
Always so lonely and so full of sadness

The songs that I love the most come out
The tunes that motivate me the most
The bitterness turns into poppies
And the sorrows brighten my life

Come on, give me something to smoke
Because I feel lonely
Give me something to smoke
Because I don't want to be sad. No!
Drag by drag, little by little
The air undresses and the moon dresses

And a throat breaks
At the edge of the morning
There is already light on the horizon
The dawn is about to explode

And there is a mirror that tells
The harsh truth to the face
It smells like stormy wind
And there is even a barking cat