Almas Armadas
Gustavo Cordera
Armed Souls
Burned the skin this friction
maybe one day it will heal
with a bath of tears
Another battle and there will be no
one to collect
the soul's splinters
Waves of cold and confinement
the sky is closing
and the fire is without wood
The cigarette and the coffee
do nothing but stimulate
historical discussions
After the pain, the loneliness
after the emptiness, a new love
fear of nothingness
Shadows that are merging
and what we were turned into vapor
of armed souls
The couch is eating me
and my chess head
strategy wears out
There's no cycle without dissolution
even though ours was only
an eternal revenge
Roundness showed the edge
and in anything you give me
I only see weapons
Fire is not just destruction
it can also give warmth
it's just a matter of distance
After the pain, the loneliness
after the emptiness, a new love
fear of nothingness
Shadows that are merging
and what we were turned into vapor
of armed souls
Armed souls, yes
armed souls
armed souls
