Psiconautas [English translation]

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.