With this fever delirium and desire is
advance not so distant future. Soil
forget the importance of the processes.
For further steps forward stumble
not rip my tongue loose hands
sew myself
lips silently choke win
pending
think if the error
is mine or if life is wrong for me.
This dry throat no longer spits
voice hoarse cough up in my lonely house.
This is not breathing nose
and useless flow distilled
impossible to contain
I have to survive this night.
With watery eyes tear
am inspired puffs
that leave me breathless.
this never stops throbbing in the temples
arrhythmia new tunes that sound old. Nacho
, Quique, Carlos
inevitably return me to the same place
the origin of so many certainties
Vegas, Gonzalez, Chaouen
all sing the same name
I drag since.
absences are always unfair.
