I am, my heart is not in my chest
I cannot feel my balls straight,
cocked like a clenched fist
like words hanging from the roof.
I am, soaked in hatred and locked in my room
spewing insults and shouting "I'm fed up!" >I'm going to pick flowers and if you want I'll bring you
to give colors? What do you want? Do I attract you?
Don't cry for me anymore, your geto goes into the mud.
I'm leaving, to another city where laws don't exist
to see if I can find Baltasar de los reyes
to say not to bring toys
to those who knock on the door twice.
If you meet Puky, I want a spiked bracelet
if you meet Daniel, let him sing a song
if you meet the crowd in the park, don't tell me you fucked me,
I'm alone lately.
And I shit on... puff