No I can\'t laugh
and it stays
without a name the sugar we give
What time do we meet ... They will come
later
to realize how they strangled me
I don\'t reflect anymore
I am the father I am the mother
I am the son
who will live in the DNA of the plants
that love me
I will be
the same thing that feeds the yeast
a sedated rumble
The stories to fly are programmed
I already have hallucinations of God
His apron has been removed
but the pain continues
biting
and there are many surreptitious moments
The soul faces it
like a fish
The matter
attract hungry flies
and I go
like the hair behind the vertebrae
of a girl
helpless
like a journalist
blowing himself up at three