Galatea

Until Mona Lisa no longer smiles at me, rather she complains

Cheers to dead pets and ungrateful children
For open windows and for the good times
The dawn wakes up sitting on an old bench
And she's not found toasting with cheap booze

Cheers to dead pets and ungrateful children
For open doors and for the good times
The dawn wakes up sitting on an old bench
And she's not found sipping cheap liquor

No verses today, the diamond is still coal
Come back tomorrow and maybe I'll feel like having better luck
Son of the same ink and humiliates the braggart, deceive him, flagellate him, and then try to love him

Up goes to Galatea and no more delays with those who squander, skies and give birth to the writings
No one protects a poor devil, a man turns into a tree
Even tragic it remains to get used to
I exit the scene, photo out of frame
Unsigned letters in the end, I'm not flying, I'm falling
Mouths are sealed affirming assumptions
The elf steals my coffee while phrases plunder the rest

They are amazed by me, disinterest in something that never interested me, their teeth mark the rhythm of the high chrome
Sleeping to not feel the hours pass today, melancholic plots and swallows fly south
Banter of some playwright furtive tragic life full of absurdities my daze is notorious and I bifurcate into personalities, they besiege me and I besiege the world

Puppets of gelindres I do not respect and break the focus
I didn't come if you only know one version of the damn incident I think I write a lot because I remember little
And what is a person? There are dogs that are more human than many people

And what is art? Why should it make you feel something? And what it makes you feel, is it good or bad?
What is good? What is bad? Does aesthetics matter?
Socratic ironies I'm just using maieutics

Alright, calm down, recognizing your ignorance will hurt but get out of the hamster wheel
Dream is the strangest metaphor it's time to wake up and appear somewhere else
Arctic looks in which warm pupils were are lost looks like when you just wake up
Without hope, without spirits, without thoughts or with excess of them, I'm bored by the echo of voices and laughter of people who are already dead

Hoarse to the touch, hostile to contact, ipso facto the pact, act followed was undone, well
Exact spotlights in my assigned room, without restraint I sing tormentingly satisfied
Who killed the swan the two gardenias died, another leaf I lose full of verses

I swim happily in the sea of doubts and lately I worry about not distinguishing between reality and dream

No idea what I'm playing, I suspect I'll lose
I feel no remorse in hating someone everyone loves
As Trez says let the water seep through the sole normally but a bad-sounding theme is not forgiven

There's no love for a cactus, hate your old creation and love the new one
Your God is a monster, I live constantly traveling and don't know where the poet's schedule is irresponsible and reckless
Broken promises more than tears left phrases, I laugh at the sweet pain that living this life generates

Paradise is fragmented into small moments and not in a promised land (x3)

Cheers to dead pets and ungrateful children
For open windows and for the good times
The dawn wakes up sitting on an old bench
Hanged without a rope is a narcissus without a portrait

Cheers to dead pets and ungrateful children
For open doors and for the good times
The dawn wakes up sitting on an old bench
And she's not found sipping good cheap liquor
Yes, yes, good cheap liquor
LoMazUnderBeatz, LoMazUnderBeatz
Among crows

(All my intuitions peeked out to see me suffer and indeed they saw me)
(Up to here I had made and remade my journey with you)
(Up to here I had bet to find the truth, but you found a way)