[Featuring: Rosana]
The noises of this city today become music, normality sometimes in a magical nuance and it was certainly always in front of my face, only before it was transparent now it is consistent, but I don't know what it consists of , my experience does not define it, my mind cannot do it and it unmistakably exists, I am not interested in anything else, now that a knight without a king has the taste of a princess in his mouth and it is not the stuff of passion and love, it is a ping-pong ball, and the heart and head are the players. Thought without guide and without form, I leave it free to go and that's why it comes back. And I don't know what it is, I know it flew everywhere like your clothes last night before you fell into bed, and yet that was their right order, pleasantly getting lost in a whirlwind, be it the beginning or the end. My surprise in your look in that invitation, a piece of infinity was born in a handful of hours. The extension of time is relative, señorita, it was the stuff of an evening, for a moth a love of an entire life, as high as the frequencies of my tweeter. You will be in that cube with the tube and I will be in this cone with the wufer. I will live nomadic love because I have a gypsy heart, in a book with a new chapter, poised between danger and miracle.
It's not a bluff if I'm betting hard on this poker with fate, today I have good odds cards. Every bump is synonymous with vitality, happiness, who knows it will be a coincidence, like your beauty which is synonymous with art, the head aside, a beautiful journey this time, at full speed. Am I crooked or is it the city that has turned upside down? The world is a shell, listen to how peaceful it is, it produces the echo of your voice and I don't know why or what it is but I like it