Los Ojos de Martin

Quiet
Dark circles don't claim anything

Heal
Take a moment and breathe

Fairies
Smile, fly, and spin

So
Not always a soul waits for us

When singing with the soul, there are no boundaries
Interpreting shadows, birds sing at dawn

Dead nightingale, morning rose outside
The student picks it up, and his beloved discards him

The monetary value of things decreases
Over time, we will only want affection from the old

Odysseus was too small for us
From the cradle to the grave, I remove my dreams with a coffee

I argue, with eyes and a smile
That brighten what was left of yesterday

I admire artists, but I admire my mother more
I respect the perseverance of that great woman

Only time will color my hair
And it will contrast with my skin
Subtract 10 years of smoking, 10 of drinking
10 of a bad life and other years left on paper

Complex self-destructive thoughts
I don't even try anymore

I'll take some time off wasting time
To be more precise, my time

Feeling too much, showing little
Fantasizing a lot, don't forget me so soon

Every day a new mission mission mission
Feelings under reconstruction

It seems I only succeed in failure
Kisses, vices, and glasses
Wandering pain in steps
Tears of a clown
Just wandering aimlessly under a low ceiling
Don't mind me

The only thing that never left is what never came
And maybe you don't know

Something the eyes of a feline transmit
Something the flight of birds reveals

The only thing that never left is what never came
And maybe you don't know
Something the eyes of a feline transmit
Stories the flight of birds tells me

Moments without end or beginning
Shh
*Someone loves you, watching you in silence*

I'll tell you a story if you wish
It's not mine
I set out to memorize it as a task
Everything always depends on something
If the black guy gets the pretty girl
It depends on the movie

I missed a verse
Because I got distracted
And another was born for
The same ridiculous reason

Roof dawn and cigarettes
Again I fall into the old vice
Of not sleeping for several days

Beloved poetry is not always beautiful
And that doesn't mean it ceases to be poetry

Undress universes
Give me back my books
The dog forgot the bone
Its hiding place and the danger

You're too tense, he told me
Lack of balance
Tongue prisoner of what was said
Imagination without prisons

Answers without questions bother
Don't accept works
You'll forget those you name today
You go after a procession
And a solitude so crowded
Divided in colors, sizes, and promises

You can't find exits
Bloody falls
Lives for sale
Mine exempt

You lose double and you don't even try
I'm free in soul and prisoner of accounts

You see that things are not going well
And the smile is preserved

Sit down, I invite you for coffee, some cigarettes
And let's watch people pass by in a hurry
Looking at their expensive watches
And hugging their brand wallets

I'm not rude, I just get bored
And start whistling when something doesn't matter to me
Or when I feel good too, not just when something bores me
Everything always depends on something
And here it always applies

If it makes you feel better, no one has been exemplary
I fit in various places, none pleases me
Scant or excessive sleep
I'm not average
The last exit turns out to be the only entrance

If it makes you feel better, no one has been exemplary
I fit in various places, none pleases me
Scant or excessive sleep
There is no middle ground
The last exit was the only entrance