Sky above, below ground
wheat bread neon light
I live here, fifth floor
I fail to smile.
And TV is a revolver
and the neighbor is a cannibal like me
and there are so many people on the street
concealed bitterness
There are so many Monday that Friday
are arming unions.
To go to fortune
you sell new gods
to meet the tenderness
there are those who demand a pill
so this September and January
and this smile so Llorona.
Both heaven, so much light
Who observes me from there?
many rivers, so thirsty
in such a hurry to come.
And football on Sundays
and the cafe that opened some eyes that see no
and there is so much space in space
and there is so much doubt in schools
mercenaries to Congress
another was ambushed and strategist.
To go to fortune
you sell new gods
to meet the tenderness
there are those who demand a pill
this September as in January
and this smile so Llorona.