Marco (feat. Mario Mendoza)

I am Marco, the one who sails from day to day
As if crossing inhospitable and unexplored continents
I travel from Monday to Monday as if going from one island to another
Like someone who travels through valleys and deserts without luggage, without provisions, and without water
I am the traveler of the everyday
I go partying, I fall in love, I feel lonely
I get depressed and in the end I don't know how to get out of hell
I have seen monsters down there in the shadow zones
In the hidden labyrinths of the unconscious
I have thought about suicide, about going far away where nobody knows my name
I have dreamed of being a Carthusian monk, a pygmy, a sailor, or an Eskimo
I am always absent, far away, absorbed, it's hard to catch me
The city is an onion and I explore each layer with the same intensity
I have loved passionately, with anguish, on the edge of the abyss
And I have also woken up in the middle of the night knowing myself completely alone, with no one
Like a Robinson Crusoe lost in this city of rains and storms
A Robinson wandering from street to street, a nomad, without tribe or family
A downcast Robinson sinking into the dangerous nights of a ghostly city
I am Marco, the lover, the lonely one, the castaway
But I am also Jorge, Carlos, and Fidel
I am Amanda, Carmen, and Lulu
I am from the south and the north
From the flawed and Buenos Aires
I am from Lima, Montevideo, Havana, and Santiago
I am heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, transsexual, asexual
I like everyone and I don't like anyone
I sleep with everyone and with no one
All the beds on earth are mine and in none can I sleep
I know that behind every caress hides immense pain
And that every love is the beginning of a long fall
I never say I love you and I never learned to say goodbye
In the end, I always sleep outdoors
I know sin like few others
I am an expert in descents, in hurting myself and it's hard for me to rescue myself
I know doors that lead to other worlds, secret passages, interdimensional tunnels
Reality is a labyrinth and I know where the way out is
I am the adventurer of unknown dimensions
The walker of parallel universes
Every night I dream of the Sputnik
I am the pilot of God's airlines
I am the psychonaut who always ends up sleeping alone and in the fetal position
They tell me I need help, that I should go to a psychologist
That I should become the docile disciple of the therapist
My natural state is melancholy
I am always the problem, the obstacle
Someone you can't feel proud of
I am not interested in politics, but in 'polirics'
Illness is an old acquaintance and I always heal myself with words
I am an expert in disappointments
I have no plans, I don't cling
I know that all hope is a trap
I spend sleepless nights sailing towards nothing
My loneliness is my only wealth
I don't lie to myself
Losing is my motto
Yesterday is today
Tomorrow is today
All times rush towards the now
I go around a labyrinth where I always end up in front of the same mirror
Past, present, and future are nothing but malleable metaphors of the same curve
Carpe diem
One day I will die like anyone
And then I will return with another name and another face
And I will embody in another body and have another face
I will be Indian, blonde, black, mestizo, sambo
I will be called José, Raquel, or Guadalupe
I will be from Medellín, Buenos Aires, or Mexico
Dying is nothing but traveling towards the next birth
I will always be in transit
And I hope one day to learn to ascend
Learn to be superior to my misfortunes and my deepest miseries