Mental Cobaya,
To whom everyone gave
For dead even you,
When he was resurrected, he realized that he was leaving.
Of a hospital parking lot.
His mother was driving with a smile Prozac,
The brother was restless in the back seat:
Hyperactivity.
What a wake up!
How insolent is the morning
That gives us the Sun!
I want to try so much
That in a thousand lives could not
Quench my thirst for action.
And just then
A memory returned.
That nebula of
the previous night,
With his fatal toast:
Because love, like art
It's a drug aside
That you take without knowing that you are given,
Dan dan dan dan ...
For being brave and kissing you
A second before
And return to my mouth for more,
more more more...
May the luck accompany us to the son,
And for asking to have conversation.
Soft, strong, fierce or ostrich,
Brave or cowardly will prescribe you
The Chemical Life.
It may happen that life instead of a
Poem ask you a blues,
Or you can throw a few drops in the cava
Of your rehabilitation,
And send your family to outer space,
With delirious cats watching Super Mouse.
The father said: "Psychedelia!" And then offered:
Why this life debacle
Half part
Of a whole that gives you much more,
more more more...
Let friends from before
Be from now and always
And do not fail us further behind.
There is no more, there is no more.
Without saying goodbye to anyone, he left home,
This is a mental kamikaze,
If there is a plan, a bad plan.
In an addict you will not see dispersion,
There is perseverance and dedication.
It may, may one day be you,
Another specialist in medication
Which is not transcendental.
Life is chemistry.
Yes, you only feel that
This has just begun,
The bubble of your idea grew
And shouts: "Back! It's going to explode!
It's going to explode! Stop it! Everything is going to explode. "
Road on soft ground
To the altar, to lunar passage
Am I real or invented?
I can redouble my astral travel,
To be my illegal sherpa, to duplicate myself in sin.
In front of that black abyss in space
We intuit that we could jump,
We were so capable of jumping
I knew we could jump!
Yes, I am already a strange zone
Between desire and holiness,
The dream city, of capital utopia
And I want more, I want more, give me more.
I want to go further.