Stop! Pause it here!
Right now, the floor is so foreign to me
Gravity seems so normal all the time there
The solemn, deafening chord gestures a manifesto of savagery
The bass drum descends through a waterfall announcing the impact
The eyes of my other selves meet in that circle, reddened and bright, revealing the color of the soul
A pot boiling, an ancestral custom, draws us to the center and crashes us head-on into everything
You jump, moving the lid and spilling the foam
Colored smoke and vapors of euphoria
Screams and the verse crowds the stirrup
The heart screams in reality
I lost my voice a while ago
\"Crazy as hell,\" you might think
What a reasonable negotiation and sacrifice
The descent begins and gravity smiles vengefully
It knows it catches me wherever I go
It only laughs when it sees me play like a kid
Broken and dirty zombies of the zamba go out to hunt some panchito
With the soul New and with a battered body,
they continue to chant their names forever.
What a blessing to see my streets again through the airplane windows.
Surely you took care of me with your face on the corner.
Thinking like the pogo stick and the payment.
I only come to think about the next chance to leave.