Citizen of the shadow, citizen of the shade

"Enjoy your break fast, citizen of the shadow.
In front of the screen, windows to your old brand new world -well you know they know, well
and everybody knows well you know

black arts, brujería or insanity -just a matter of syntax, and there's a mental sick in every leader?
Citizen from the obscure pendulum -like an animal caged in your own cage, will you die behind the bars?

While the stupefied winds read your epitaph -when everyone else is dead and gone
in that distant-near day, citizen from the wet hole:

so in sudden whisper I hear the word:

'The lie is not truth'
I say

'the delirium is not control'
I'm right

and does the reality smell bad from that feared fossa, citizen of the ténèbres?
Ténèbres which are mine too.







Necessary is to forgive
to go on

necessary is to accept
the verdict of life

and one day you'll wake up to the reality

to know, that this is so
sin vuelta de hoja.


Good morning citizen from the shades, do you still fear the breeze?
Because well you know they know well, and everybody knows you well:

will you build another new prison in me today? Citizen from the mud.

And I don't need especial words to tell you how rotting is your world of today
my love from the ghostly corners of yestertoday

because well you know it well

and we don't need complicated terms to tell us how pestilent is our life of every-day
my un-love from the clogged mind and the swift foot

because well we smell it well



sometimes I wonder if you ever saw the difference

because it's not the same

and some times I wonder if you'll ever see the difference.







Good evening citizen from the herd
and enjoy your tea and scones with the swine -along with the divine wind

that your silvery screen blows, so Columbia Pictures or MGM
because well you know they know -everybody well knows that the shit always shines on TV:

morbosity at the edge of the abyss?

Like phantoms dancing in the Titanic before the great disaster

ghosts in my head that torture me night and day -nightmares about what's about to happen

(and sometimes I wonder what dragged you this time, dragged you toward this bitter defeat-ruin of today)

and I had the presentiment

and I presaged it.







Good night citizen from the dungeon, why did you come to me, to liberate me? 
Didn't you see that, maybe, my confusion could scare you?


Then I betted my life -and I lost.

Then all the belatedly learned lessons kept echoing my ear in the hours of regret.

Then the grey fairy of the bad news came to announce me that I did everything wrong:



'Please let's see the grotesque absurd in all this labyrinth of fallen walls once for all, in the name of the human empathy!'



































'The time it's so small, citizen of the shade'
I heard you say."