Blanco y Negro

In a gradient of colors
Life goes on
There are gentlemen

It always starts off pink
But it fades away
Until it turns into a deep black
That blinds our intellect
And as the years go by
We find out it’s dead

In a thousand shades of gray
We make our scars
And even in the heat of sex, we lose our minds, we get tired

And when we finally fall asleep
With great pain we discover
Dreaming isn’t for fools
We ask for eight more hours

We’re left in black and white
A messed-up chiaroscuro
The lines aren’t defined
And the desire is no excuse

And when it comes to guilt
No one’s a guardian of their sex
We play at living life
And we ask for the moment

And when it comes to guilt
No one’s a guardian of their sex
We play at living life
And we ask for the encounter