palo borracho
Callejeros
drunk stick
And there are nights
that are pathetic
to see oneself lying in a corner
If one visits the floor often
will never feel that it's 'the best'
living breaking among 'alive'
never scratching 'the best'
If you have consciousness
mediating unconsciousness
your guardian devil didn't fail
Keep playing to walk
with the tar of some alley
looking fixedly at the ground
to rescue oneself on occasion
And I always fall
to the same thing
but today I indulge in being a loser
when the sun was already
shining on my face, once again
the vice that suffocates mutinied
