Zombis

There he lay on the edge of a sidewalk, thrown,
Resting a waste swept towards the sewer,
He rose with a yellow face, woke up,
And to a lamppost he said addressing it formally:
Excuse me, I'm looking for the nearest bar,
He thought he understood: go straight, the one on the corner is closed,
He continued his course and reached into his pocket,
Took out a cigarette and looked at his fingers and saw them ultrayellow,
He didn't hesitate to put another one in his mouth,
The death warnings on the pack, apparently don't matter,
He chose to enter another tavern and hit the bottle,
And a little confused, he started to lose it,
He imagined grabbing one of these half-model handsome rappers,
And hooking a hook to his balls,
Pulling him with a chain tied to a patrol car,
And tearing his scrotal bag until he heard his cries,
How malevolent, he needs calm,
What the hell did that bastard bartender put in the rum,
He needed to clear his head,
And changed bars and atmosphere to end the night well,
He planted his ass in another filthy dive,
And with the last coins, he ordered his last drink,
He thought 'let's see if I behave here and don't lose my mind' and he was wrong,
He thought about kidnapping another Spanish rapper, one of those who are trendy,
A graceful dancer and a wretch now,
Gagging him on all fours with his buttocks in the air,
And sticking a burning welder up his ass to his mouth,
He rambled, seeking revenge through blood,
Here apologies don't count, shut up!,
He came to his senses and said to himself 'I would never do it even though it would be my greatest fantasy',
These are the hidden thoughts of this nocturnal zombie,
With long hair, beard, and dying,
Sho hai was the half-dead half-alive with talent,
In this macabre attempt at a happy tale,

And so another night of this ghost,
Without joys or sorrows, fulfilling sentences, seeking answers,
He slammed doors to avoid breaking his skull into pieces,
Blowing smoke out of his mouth,
Who rules this crazy head?,
Like a lawless city when it goes wild,
Regretting every missed opportunity, licking the wounds,
And so he goes panting through life,
Sighing, taking a breath, stumbling over curbs on the street,
Turning corners without waiting for anyone,
Cutting through traffic,
Returning home regretful is not tragic,
In the street, double v sounds and that's magical,
I was a talented thief,
Robbing the sky stealing stars,
Erasing the traces,
Disguising our miseries,
Without problems overwhelming us,
I know the universe puts things in order,
Conscience is shouting something at me,
Showing the world what I'm worth,
I always pay what I owe and what I drink,
Nothing new, I move, pass the baton, hold me if I rise,
I return setting off alarms,
Wondering where the cameras were,
You don't see them, but they record you,
I challenge them by writing my name,
It seems that genius is the reason for being of man,
And wherever it is, free from agony,
I'm looking for harmony,
As long as we never lack company,
And so I found Javat and Hate,
Three movie stories in your mental cinema,
On an instrumental.

When they closed the corner bar,
He found himself in the street with a cold that was freezing at three,
Alone like all afternoon alone, with the Marquis de Cáceres,
Citizen Sade with neglect,
A ten deserves his foolishness,
Isolated from people for fear of suddenly bursting into tears again,
All week, you know they don't have a schedule,
Moaning in the neighborhood streets dragging his feet,
A door slammed throughout the city suddenly,
And a drunk bearded man woke up on the sidewalk across the street,
'It's closed, don't address me formally, further ahead there's one open, well go and drink',
Each went their own way,
Our friend is already beside himself, well, the devil is in him,
Advises him to save enough,
Lock himself away forever somewhere,
Die without being buried,
Well yes, in the mud of his mind,
And so this duo continues, the owl and the serpent,
How to describe that drama,
That internal hell, in the cold winter, the eternal, path to the warm bed,
He collapses believing himself safe,
He prepares for the coma but forgets something,
He has no control and an involuntary sob,
Turns his bed into a pit and there he writhes,
Extraordinary ecstasy that no one deserves,
Between anguish and joy, pain and pleasure sway,
Tormented young man, his name doesn't matter,
It's the end of this real nightmare because he's already asleep.