In economics,
In metaphysics,
In the too old battles,
I will not get out of it.
Depending on the connections,
The millions, the questions.
In the media pack
I won't get out of this.
Between dawn and the end
In the den of your hand
In the games of the embrace
In the evils, the complaints
In the protest,
The false rebellions,
In the false, in the true,
In safety
Don't leave me
In the middle of the room,
Theater of the absurd,
The hows say why
We won't get out of this?
In the beauty of evil
In the beauty of dirty
Under the veils or the crosses
We will not come out of it.
In the black of venom
What we are, what we pretend,
In the blue of absinthe,
Among the whores , among the saints,
We give ourselves, we lose ourselves
To cross borders to drag under the storm
One day comes the shipwreck;
Between the 'gold and hunger
Clinging to your breast
In the fire of the embrace
Of our bodies which are failing
In the constellations,
Sodominations,
In the false, in the true
In the crude, in the abstract
Don't leave me
On the edge of our dreams
Extinguish myself between your lips
Under the sails or the crosses
At the heart of the attack...
In the wind of connections
Did you see how we sell ourselves!
Across the four horizons
Have you seen how we are taken!
In the false, in the true,
Tell me what is do you think?
In the raw of the abstract
Tell me what is the path?