Soneto Espiritual

If as a child I perceived comets as anchors of wind
And now as dead birds that keep flowing
In pursuit of the thin thread that child keeps holding
Because he still lives in some corner of my insides
Breaking the mold in which I couldn't compress myself

The seed that sprouted under the eclipse
When what frees you is what afflicts you
Living enclosed in the cell of flexible bars
You became so me and I became so you

That we had to distance ourselves to let ourselves be
It struck so deep that I carry a double-bottomed heart
And now another body fits between the sword and the wall
Maybe I feel like a blind man without touch when I touch myself

The sandcastle on the top of the floating tree
I had to break down
To be able to synthesize myself and I learned to love myself for the sake of art
There's no contrast if it gets stuck

Duality of wave and particle that even the firm evaporates
Because there's no greater prison than ignorance nor greater
Feeling of freedom than the one who chooses what he ignores
Prostrate balance meditating at the altar

I fill the seven mantras in this mental plane
I take my music to another elemental state
I paint pictures in writing, this is Neo-musical practicality
The dog doesn't smell the cat when locked up

That's why being a prisoner has freed us
Dedicated to the national who took it confiscated
Then his daughter really catches me five per gram
Those were bad times, let's not talk about that

I came out unscathed but not unharmed
The love for solitude made the prisoner feel free and the
Weight of eternity made the gods long to be flesh and bone
That's why I don't return and with each step I grow

Making me feel denser like the wind in alleys
What I feel is so hard to understand that I tear off a
Piece of soul and eternalize it in every mind that hears me

Check it out for them brother
For the pa' for all who hear me
People from Malaga, Studio Camera
Goes out to all who hear me