They saw us swimming in water up to our knees
And bowing to the mosquitoes, begging them not to mix
Our blood with that of the rats that arrived en masse with the tides
Open doors, closed ports, and smiles to strangers
Who look at us astonished while we kiss
Man to man, hand in hand
A cigarette doesn't tell the story, it might take a whole life
Or a song, certainly not this one
Other teachers, other parents
Who don't reproach you for what you are, what you want
What you were

Existing is just a moment
Those who live in time die content
And yes, they saw us counting the stones of this desert
Patience, wasting time with the sky, making it a job
Paid to imagine something you can't photograph
Let me explain better, without hiding behind bullshit
Written by chance in this gym of horror
Here's the stone, here's the sin
A shepherd dog does it for love
Not for money, not for resentment
Not for the wool, the flock exists
Nor for the law

We are antennas, televisions
We emit stories that make noise
We seek the woman of life or the man of death
Interrupted roads, eternal smiles, children the blood of our work
They won't resemble us, children now of the whole world
And losing the monotony of when everything was in its place
The rats hunted, eradicated, monsters all under the bed
And letting that familiar embrace fly away
Of those who in the name of your good destroyed your past
When you arrive, the others leave
You know it's not right but you like to manage on your own
Like they do in those countries we can't pronounce
But we like to domesticate with words
I was present at the moment of the facts
The fact does not exist
Put it on record
But you're not afraid of anyone
Except your own stature
You have democracy in your heart
But love is a dictatorship
Made of categorical imperatives
But no execution
While instead, you find anarchy in every emotion

Stay close to me, or rather far enough
To look at your face from the room of my eyes
Open or closed, it doesn't matter
They are eyes, therefore always an open door
Time passes, you feel it from this clock
While you work in a bar, at a press, or in an office and

And you still hope that someone is out there waiting for you
Not to ask you for money and not to rob you
Not to sell you drugs and steal your job
But to shout in your face, that you are the only one, you are the one

You are the only one, you are the one

You are the only one, you are the one

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