Mi Eje

Waiting for the money
On a beach chair I wait
Since I don't have a full wallet

I'm a stranger lacking a monastery
My reality is still a mystery
In my own refrigerator
Freezing these ideas
That keep me torn, poor, and afflicted
I share nothing
Scared I behave
Alone attending my own birth
Seeing the first part of my ephemeral life
Does it start now? Now does my era begin?
Still doubtful, still see it raw
Will this woman achieve what she couldn't yet?
On my left wall
A silhouette that disrespects my shadow
Has some goal, holds some story
How many letters does my name have?
Is it the one who keeps me standing?

Someone please find me
Someone to represent me
Future, past, and present
Oh, my axis still gets lost
I have no one to find it

I seek someone to certify my answers
Is it true to be awake?
Alert on a gigantic tablecloth
Being prey to the grotesque
I open my mouth and recognize
I don't even know where I belong
False drinks and old fruits
Is this my accommodation?
A whistle contest
Drooling the language of recognition
Is this where my body was born?
I blame desire
I blame what is for what is not
I blame confinement
I blame what is not what it should be
And vice versa
To whom converses for not being silent
I blame myself for the same
For talking, not convincing
For the doubt
Blind verse that continues

Someone please find me
Someone to represent me
Future, past, and present
Oh, my axis still gets lost
I have no one to find it

God's gestures turn
Goodbye beliefs
Goodbye conscience
I overturn without descendants
On the skin of decadence
Getting familiar with the mud
I water letters in the courtyard
Mud of names in the neighborhood
Weed of exile
Land of uprooting

Oh, my axis still gets lost
I have no one to find it