Psilocybe Mexicana

Along the banks of the Boca on a summer night
I contemplated the stars and the infinite calm
The ships seemed asleep on the shore
And beyond the old bridge inspired me
When suddenly I noticed that from the impure river
Someone was giving me a sign
I didn't understand at first and then I approached
And I could not understand what my eyes were seeing

In the water, dirt and oil, a mermaid swam
With long hair like wheat in the wind
Naked with hard breasts and nipples
He waved his little hand as if inviting me

What else could I do in the midst of so much confusion?
Although the water did not tempt me to dive in headfirst
Nor did I try to notify the prefecture
For fear of disturbing such a beautiful creature

And we stayed looking at each other, almost penetrating each other
A mermaid of clear waters in my unparalleled turbid river
What could I be doing worse without doing anything?

And suddenly it vanished with the morning mist
When the traffic started to get hectic again
And I, who was doing nothing, decided to walk
And with wine celebrate the holy apparition

And even if I had the chance, who was I going to tell?
They were sure to accuse me of being immature and psychedelic
Of a mermaid of clear waters in my unparalleled turbid river
What could I be doing worse without doing anything?

A mermaid of clear waters in my unparalleled turbid river
What could I be doing worse without doing anything?

And we stayed looking at each other, almost penetrating each other
Of a mermaid of clear waters in my unparalleled turbid river