Jardín

I wake up in my backyard
The flowers were mocking my nakedness
The dragonfly flies
Next to a firefly shining, the night

Melodies are painted
Coming out of the dragon's flute, on a mellotron
Dew drops
Reflect my gaze in a deformed way

Strawberry paste
Mixed with natural peyote and blackberry
A dance of poppies
They invite me to their game to dance naked

Rocking horses
Escort the happy king's head
Suddenly a stork
Carries me as a baby package to the nest

Next to me, a Mexican
Painting the golden neon apple trees
Disguised worms
Worms in a glue state

I want to run naked in a garden
I want to run naked in the city
I want to run naked in Paris
I want to run naked and be happy
I want to run naked in Timbuktu
I want to run naked in Xicalco