Transparent but light depression,
if the world is warm I find myself in the snow,
I can't find reason but I intend to find it,
voices touch me but none of them speak,
exceptions that are found together with the character,
I suspect that the reason is found in the journey,
will it really be the journey, or will it be the passenger,
it will be the one who is a friend, but is self-interested ,
in the concrete the synthetic is invisible,
when the abstract is much more accessible,
the interval appears,
waiting for the new beginning,
there is no longer union and the union makes addiction.
Eye to eye, in a very soft speech,
you want to open the door but you can't find the key,
the fear is immense, the state is intense,
words that come together,
and don't make any sense
Speak the answer, that brings the feat closer,
the beauty of life is no longer a certainty,
I don't know anymore if this is a very human attitude,
because the promises appear from week to week,
What is this that I see?What is this that I feel?
I imagine pictures that I don't I have and I don't paint,
what I'm going to say now I'm only going to say once,
everything I say and write is profoundly lucid!
scratch:
our will is dead
br/>It's so hard for me to spend time when I'm to blame,
the blood is innocent and is well sacrificed,
anguish pulls the truth at the wrong time,
and that mental party it is no longer in the same state,
facile moments are frontal moments,
like having to face your parents with signs
of innocence but true innocence,
that innocence that is mental whole,
but there's very little about physics,
listen to what I say and you'll think I'm just another crazy person,
but laws are too strong to break them easily,
and the truth you deliver is transparent,
if you are made of steel you break, if you are made of paper too,
when it comes to the truth no one fails,
and thankfully, fate wanted it to be that way ,
and as they say, it was good but it's over!
You think it's false, be true,
you think I'm heavy when I'm light,
all day long, I promise you my whole life,
and everything you do I understand you,
through your disappointments, through your ambitions,
in a world where there were no confusions,
There are situations in which I am not at ease,
but I will always live with the truth!
scratch:
our will is dead
I don't care what I look like, I care what that I am,
I don't even care how or who evaluated me,
looking for the ego, without a map and without a guide,
to achieve this you have to have an empty mind,
Create , the abstract or without tremor,
without prejudice and without a receptor,
expressing what I feel, is how I get away with it,
it is more than a sound, it is a personal outburst,
at an unidentifiable, original level, much more than reasonable,
so many questions, so many truths to resolve,
fighting to fight, living for the sake of living.
I have hiphop in my veins, because it is what surrounds me,
infinite blood like grains of sand on the beach,
how this is created how it originates,
I don't believe in fortune tellers because you can't tell fortunes,
you can call it strange but not nonsense,
I just don't want you to understand it the first time,
call it sensible,and I won't argue,
don't wait for change because this is my style
scratch:
our will is dead