Spaghetti Del Rock

Pistons of a curious human motor
old springs of this love that goes.
Hostile memory of a time of peace without peace.
Cold noses from a night ago.

Kisses through cell phone
the mummies of this love
ask for the actor of what I was.

Screen of death and of the song,
projects of a new rock spaghetti.
Crystal Cyclops devours ambition,
vomits fiction models.

Flying the kite in this storm
will only make me understand that yesterday is not today
that today is today and that I am not the actor of what I was.

Kisses through cell phone
the mummies of this love
ask for the actor of what I was.

Flying the kite in this storm
will only make me understand that yesterday is not today
that today is today and that I am not the actor of what I was.