La Sin Razón
La Sin Razón
Teysera
¿Dónde se habrá ido su sol?
¿Dónde irá a pisar, esta vez?
¿Sobre que baldosa llorar, para poder vomitar, lo que le dijo una vez?
¿Por qué ya no puede volar?
(le tiene agarrado los pies)
algún día, lo va a soltar
¡y luego se va a estrellar!
contra lo que debe ser…
Será porque no quiere compartirla con el miedo..
Será que hoy, su dado, no quiere tirar de nuevo
¡Y a reventar!
hasta que ya no quede, ni una parte..
Me dijo ayer
ya no quiere robarte y menos darte…
¿Dónde mierda esta la verdad?
(se esconde adentro de su piel)
Lo saluda la sin-razón, detrás de su corazón, queda un poquito de miel..
Se para a pedir otra más
(la burbuja ciega su sed)
y con un toque de piedad, busca dentro de su edad
como salir otra vez.
The Without Reason
The Without Reason
Teysera
Where could his sun have gone?
Where will he step on, this time?
On what tile to cry, to be able to vomit, what he was told once?
Why can't he fly anymore?
(he has his feet held)
someday, he will let go
and then he will crash!
against what it should be...
Maybe because he doesn't want to share it with fear..
Maybe today, his dice, doesn't want to roll again
And to burst!
until there is no part left..
He told me yesterday
he doesn't want to steal from you anymore, let alone give you...
Where the hell is the truth?
(it hides inside his skin)
The without-reason greets him, behind his heart, there is a little honey..
He stops to ask for another one
(the bubble blinds his thirst)
and with a touch of pity, he looks inside his age
how to get out again.