Mundo raro

When they seem exalted
others bray and grow
the magic of this court
is because
there are no incompetent judges.
If to your ears today arrives
an art that is of a copyist
you will reject the artist
and throw away
everything to the sand
There is no other way then
to reach you.
My bait is a fish
This will be the one that bites
I find myself in a weird world
the essence has already been lost
the work is put aside
and everyone
seeks the right formula.
Although it seems my goal
today I knock on all doors
looking for someone who has kept
time
for this uncertain music.