Calles (con Lom-C)

Streets, where the one who fails always pays, where everyone crosses lines and wants to win medals. Streets, battles between smoke and fog, love and war, land of asphalt and stone

What will this new day have that's different, I open the door in my building, still content within this maze, the wind blows strangely in the city, I try to go unnoticed, that's my skill, walking, observing, thinking about why and when, thinking that we always live waiting, we are programmed robots to progress, we keep going out, drinking, pretending to find well-being, looking for a partner to settle down and of course, get a house, a car, and a comfortable future, sacrificing everything to not be alone, pulling strings leaving a mark on the children and dying peacefully, in our dreams pink bills fall, our reality different that's the way things are, events that invade homes, 'Wives', chains nailed to stakes; silent life. I walk among promises and concrete, among laughter, conversations, parks, and other pollution, I am the thief of souls, I look straight at people, I detect which eyes love and which eyes lie, my steps, my kisses, it's my return to paradise, and that's how the one who put me here wanted it, that's why it's necessary to move fast, I know someone is watching me, the walls listen, the ground breathes, in these...

Streets, where the one who fails always pays, where everyone crosses lines and wants to win medals. Streets, battles between smoke and fog, love and war, land of asphalt and stone

It's my love against your hatred, pages against the monopoly, it's the resentment that I tear off from that bench in every episode, between park fights in my village, theories like Chris Parker, stories of hysteria to tell you, now that the asphalt burns time runs short, the streets look at me without the respect I deserve, I hope on board, embark on my ship, dodging buildings, that's how I walk distancing myself from the rest, showing the other side of the streets, the hidden side that gives the valley its name, you see my point until it explodes, stars among them I saw, they were messages in bottles carried by the smoke that brought us here, languages consumed by lineages, suits that turn tragedies into learning paths, landscapes that confuse, giving security, betrayals for money and prisoners of that loyalty, streets in an apparent calm, streets backed by devils who bought their souls and create cages between old classrooms, calculating movements, wandering, they will try to change your aura. They are streets where blood and smiles converge, breezes between storms and friendship of visa, legality against morality, love tied to another modality, plowed, smoked towards another reality without hurry...

Streets, where the one who fails always pays, where everyone crosses lines and wants to win medals. Streets, battles between smoke and fog, love and war, land of asphalt and stone

Streets, love and war...

Because I look at the streets because the streets look at me, I study their details and they inspire me, time escapes like fine sand on every corner that turns, on every thorn, every life that walks in these streets...