Del Mundo y Nadie

Yesterday is gone and as it's already dead
It will live in the soul and mind as a memory
That opens in its skin, in its softness I get lost
In its presence I forget, in it I live from the silence

Foolish unconscious in search of love
Love from the world and nobody there for everyone but me
I didn't want to look for another tasteless one
For giving everything and then receiving betrayal
Has not been an option, but it was a good attempt

I have to admit, even today I learn while I lose
Another chance, another dream awake
Another reality of my own in this used body
Victim of its memories and victimizer in them

Mule driver in the field, intimate of those dead
Who trusted yesterday and flew upon seeing their sleek poison
Never sing their dedication to money that makes man poor
Do not deny through it my inspiration, love that contaminates the work
Mediocre world of the minimum said that receiving the dissatisfied

It is what their effort sponsors
They live off hunger as it is the new order
They eat what's left over or what is wasted
Foolish charity, miserable charity
Sensitive and kind life teaches

Laughing to avoid crying, venting to hurt
We have to start over, to destroy what they dream
Fire and wood and love to the bonfire
For without love, surely there will be war
Destroy what they dream, like the rest trample outside
Look for something that kills before they die