Maleable
No son muecas
Es falta de letras
No es mi semblante
Son rostros ambulantes
Que transitan por mis nervios
Razones en cautiverio
Intento redactarlas
Más para ello no hay palabras
La encontré en el lugar
Donde no debí de haber buscado
La encontré sabiendo que
Sería mejor si no la hubiera encontrado
Mi faz manifiesta el extracto de lo abstracto
De mi mente un garabato que disloca el gesto de mi cara
Y como araño esa guitarra persuadiendo la repara
De esta misma cara ya tan rara para para para
Me apuntan con el dedo
Lo que dicen me creó
La encontré en el lugar
Donde no debí haber buscado
La encontré sabiendo que
Sería mejor si no la hubiera encontrado
Pues un rostro indefinido
Resulta culpable de ser sombra del perdido mundo
Ya maleable a quien más mande
Maleable
They are not grimaces
It is a lack of letters
It's not my face
They are walking faces
That pass through my nerves
Reasons in captivity
I try to write them down
There are no words for it
I found her in the place
Where I shouldn't have looked
I found her knowing that
It would be better if I hadn't found her
My face manifests the extract of the abstract
From my mind a scribble that dislocates the gesture of my face
And as I scratch that guitar, persuading him to repair it
From this same face already so strange for for for
They point the finger at me
What they say created me
I found her in the place
Where I shouldn't have looked
I found her knowing that
It would be better if I hadn't found her
Well, an undefined face
Guilty of being the shadow of the lost world
Already malleable to whoever commands