Who wants to stay in a world
where to grow old
Is it taken as distressing?

Defeat the moral leader now
of so much conquest without emotions

I wish you promotion...
don't wait another year to have breakfast

don't even look at the clock

Forget...
the ladder is a democratic slave
each step forms an oligarchic geometry

Don't inject yourself anymore...
the fat of the revelers

everyone is leaving
on a plane to hell
(I can see the pilot
with the finger pointing to the abyss)

Do you hear...?
They pull on the hinges
when humidity opens the door

meanwhile
I will go look for your poetry
and I will find myself

I wake up without dawn

Freedom is a woman
that amazes me

of every burned guitar
another illuminated music is born

My memory does not reach

after all
every body asks to take a step back
but with desire