Áire

One night of hangover
Trying to wake up
I noticed that through my belly button
I was starting to deflate
That my body was wrinkling
Like parchment paper

And it was happening, how curious, to the gaseous state
And after the metamorphosis
I felt much better
It was a dark gray air with a lot of pollution
It was noticeable in any case
That it was city air
That although not the healthiest,
I prefer it to humans
Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air,
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon,
Without a defined shape or color
I was air, flying.

Since I am very aware
Even in this situation,
I decided to be consistent
With my new dimension
And I tried to be breathed in,
By the one sleeping next to me,
Without going into details, I know how to do better things
Since I was not satisfied
With the sexual experience,
The vapors inflated me, I turned into a hurricane
I took about three or four turns
And on the fifth, I got tired
This room is too
Small for the things I dream of

Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air...

And I'm sorry for my girlfriend
And the glass I broke
I escaped through the window
And dove straight down
But I had bad luck
And when I was about to soar
I turned human again, don't miss the funeral

Air, I dreamed for a moment
That I was air...