A true revolution begins with education.

Your acting skills

I'm pissed on you, Jean. Yes, I am.
What pisses me off is what I like the most of you
Your acting skills
Those words that make me feel the one and only
It's a prefab speech
Words that seem to be inspired by a special muse
It's not really me
But it's your nostalgia + ideal + aimlessness that brings you here
Stating a clear 'yes' when it's a black 'no'

Everything is just about words
I don't see you around, you're not in my bed, you're not at my table, I don't hear your voice
Yet, I see you as a man when you're still a boy

I've been there for 35 years and I still don't learn the lesson
I'm getting older and you're not getting any closer
I keep growing hopeless hopes
As I repeat to myself 'busy yourself, lady'
He's just a mirage in the dry solitude.

Presente

Ese olor, ahí está
Esos largos días ociosos
El olor del angustioso calor
con sus carencias y amoríos

Ahí estás, corcel y potrillo
de infierno a cielo viajas
de este a oeste, como el sol, te embriagas
y te escondes en esa, tu piel de almohada

Kapoc sagrado y esas grandes actuaciones
Te extraño, aún me faltas

Aún resuenas en una ausencia de gravedad
aún oigo la lluvia caer de abajo hacia arriba
Estamos perdidos:
Yo, en cualquier lado
Tú, en ningún lugar

Qué tonto es recordar tardes ardientes de verano
en una fresca noche otoñal.