Desaparecidos

Despues de tanto, pero tanto tiempo
despues de tantas vueltas
despues de tantas borracheras
despues de borrarte, volviste a caer del cielo

Despues de sacarme las ganas de vivir
ganas de mandar todo a la mierda y dejar de seguir
tiene que haber algo aca que sigue con vida
que no camina como muerto en la puta rutina

 Van por las calles con sus suenios podridas
“es lo que hay, que le vas hacer, es asi”
esto es constante en cada maldita instante
vos! que querias viajar!
vos! antes no parabas de hablar
de salir de este infierno y volar

 Despues de todo
solo sos otro puto poema mas
despues de tanto soniar
vos te quedas aca y mi almla se va

Algun dia seremos libres de verdad, viejo amigo
aunque nos gusta creer que lo somos ahora
pero al final del dia, somos nuestros propios prisoneros

Theres a Time and Place for Everything

I love this city and I know its got its charms
its given me so much and hasn’t done me much harm
havent even been mugged while walking alone at night
drunk as fuck stumbling around the street trying to keep out of sight
thing is I still carry this false hope inside of me
all that alcohol I drank last night was a failed attempt to drown your memory

oh how that dark wine blinded my eyes, clouded my mind, rested in my belly
but it didn’t do much good when I woke up the next day
looked in the mirror and realized oh dear lord, ive been betrayed
so after repeating this old routine every weekend, one day I opened my eyes
this is no way of living this is all a lie, things cant go on this way

Yes im leaving and I don’t know if Im coming back
but I promise to take your picture with me to wherever it is im at
no im not waiting im not waiting anymore
for some fucking sign of life to come knocking on my door
and if someday im lucky and you come across my path
do me a favor and don’t be stranger, don’t look away no don’t be like that

after all, at the end of the day you and me are just the same
searching for a weak sign of life then bowing our heads in shame

Some Summer Afternoon

-Mary..
-Alex..
We laughed.  Neither of us liked our first names.

-You definitely don’t look like a virgin
- Asshole.. so what do I look like?
He took a moment to think about it, he did that a lot.

-You look like youre tough shit but youre just a scared little girl.
-..”behind a great black rock a little girl cried as she painted..”
- Exactly.

-So what do I look like?
- I don’t know
- Yes you do. Come on.
- Fine.

This time I took my time to look him straight in the face to say what I really thought. No one blinked.

 - You look like you got everything under control and you couldn’t give two shits.
- Not the case?
- Nope. You have no clue who you are.
- What else?
- Theres more?
- Think, little girl..
- You have old man eyes
- So do you
- Shut the fuck up
- Hahahaha
- Jesus..
- No but seriously, you talk with your eyes.
- You don’t, and you barely speak
- Its not always necessary.

So I shut up.