Psiconautas [English translation]

Mental guinea pig,

who had been given up

for dead, even by you.

Rising, he realized he was exiting

from the Hospital's parking.

His mother was driving with a Prozac smile,

his brother was restless at the back seat.

Hyperactivity.

What an awakening!

How insolent is the morning

that gives us the sun!

So much I want to try,

that not even in thousand lives I might

quench my thirst for action.

And exactly then

that memory returned,

that haze

from the night before,

with its fatal toast:

Because love, like art,

is an aside drug

you take without aware what they give you.

(Give, give, give...)

For being brave and kiss you

one second before,

and get you back to my mouth for more.

(more, more, more...)

May the luck be with us in time,

and for asking to have conversation.

Soft, hard, beast or ostrich,

brave or coward, they will prescribe you

the chemical life.

May it be that the life instead of

a poem asks you for a blues.

Or you can throw a few drops in the Cava

of your rehabilitation,

and send your family to outer space,

with raving cats watching Mighty Mouse.

The father said: "Psychedelia!" and then cheered:

For this life debacle

to be half part

of a whole that gives you much more.

(More, more, more...)

That the friends from before

be now and ever,

and do not fail us further from behind.

There is no more, there is no more..

Without bid to anyone farewell he cleared out from home,

that is the way a mental kamikaze is.

If there is a plan, it is a bad plan.

In an addict you will not see inconsistency,

there is constancy and great dedication.

It may, perhaps one day be you

another medication specialist

who is not transcendental.

Life is chemical.

Yeah, you already alone feel that

this has just started,

your thought bubble grew up

and shouts: "Back! It is going to blow up!

It is going to blow up! Enough already! Everything is going to blow up".

I walk over soft floor

to the altar, moonwalking.

Am I real or fiction?

I may strengthen myself in the astral projection,

be my own illegal Sherpa, double me in sin.

Opposite that black abyss in the space

we sense we could jump,

we saw ourselves such able to jump.

We knew we might jump!

Yeah, I already am a strange zone

between lust and holiness,

the dream-city, the capital of Utopia.

And I want more, I want more, give me more.

I want to go further.