Dos Secas

Poetry cursed by harmony
The reason to fight hypocrisy
Grass for salt, innocence for evil
Madness for thinking, anesthesia
For forgetting too much

Some wisdom from crying defeats
From soapy feet
Walking the tightrope
Vice by chance, rescue by escape
The fever for spinning
And much more to miss

Blindness to come
Two dry ones for laughing
Foolishness for loving
Epitaphs to live by

Another shot for nothing
Lead for a life
Almost social justice by the police
The shadow for the light
The gods for believing
The face for the cross
Adults just growing up

Blindness to come
Two dry ones for laughing
Foolishness for loving
Epitaphs to live by

For being blind, for being vice, for being stupid, for being clever
Because of the uncertainty of not
To be able to see what I long for

Blindness to come
Two dry ones for laughing
Foolishness for loving
Epitaphs to live by