Por Um Triz

Throughout the house what rocks me is your sound
I'm so crazy in tones, close to the Jetsons
Throughout the book, everything you don't have
Throughout today, explanation for all of yesterday

So hard to believe you
Even worse to trust
So hard to be you
Even worse to be with you
So hard to live
Even worse to breathe
So hard to forget you
Even worse to love you

In your strings I'm already on the brink
For the country, for your ground
Old paints from another season
Colors that come, colors that go

In a corner are the keys, I know you're coming
I wait all zen, like Superman
On the desk, phrases, voices of no one
Throughout today, explanation for all of yesterday

So hard to see you
Even worse to see you
So hard to run
Even worse to reach you
So hard to die
Even worse to kill you
So hard to tell you
Even worse to tell you

You turn and you tell me, all happy
For your no
Poems in the darkness
Verses that come, verses that go

Two aniseed party bullets
Everything I wanted, everything that isn't
All blue in your vastness
Dreams that come, dreams that go

Word by the wind, I try to be silent
On the return, the same time to find you
Someone who denies and flees from the truth
Someone square who hides and asks for mercy

So hard to believe you
Even worse to trust
So hard to be you
Even worse to be with you
So hard to live
Even worse to breathe
So hard to forget you
Even worse

Your lines so shallow like an actress
Everything I wanted, everything that isn't
For the stage, my texts on the ground
Words in vain, words in vain

You turn and you tell me, all happy
For your no
Poems in the darkness
Verses that come, verses that go

Every corner has a telephone
Throughout the agenda, letters of your name
I hope someone passes by and informs
If in this life I'm alone or have an alias