La Sin Razón
La Vela Puerca
The Without Reason
The Without Reason
Teysera
Where could his sun have gone?
Where will he step on, this time?
On what tile to cry, to be able to vomit, what he was told once?
Why can't he fly anymore?
(he has his feet held)
someday, he will let go
and then he will crash!
against what it should be...
Maybe because he doesn't want to share it with fear..
Maybe today, his dice, doesn't want to roll again
And to burst!
until there is no part left..
He told me yesterday
he doesn't want to steal from you anymore, let alone give you...
Where the hell is the truth?
(it hides inside his skin)
The without-reason greets him, behind his heart, there is a little honey..
He stops to ask for another one
(the bubble blinds his thirst)
and with a touch of pity, he looks inside his age
how to get out again.
