Desde El Oeste
Almafuerte
From the West
Night falls in the city,
with my body in solitude,
walking through the neighborhoods of the west.
The insomnia of a love,
with its future of illusion,
brought back to life a young man civilly dead.
The people have already gone,
sleeping next to the TV.
The digestive fire is their God. It's their God.
Cats and cats seek light,
dogs darkness, guided by the anxiety
of their instinct.
Elementals of the crowd, intoxicated with passion,
feel fear when they see me far from their mist.
And loneliness invites us to escape,
through the great door of today's world.
Where nobody sees, and few fear losing
the thread of their idiotic commotion.
Dodging the fear of fictional fiction,
the city has melted in my head.
Everything is darkness, someone approaches me,
I can't see if it's an evangelist or a policeman.
I seek to understand, but it doesn't let me see
through the bureaucracy of its history.
Where nobody sees, and few fear losing
the thread of their idiotic commotion today.
Formed digestives,
sinners falsely forgiven
