Días de Borrasca (Víspera de Resplandores)

The innocent is lynched
To the tune of slander
In the odyssey of resentment
The great inquisitor
And the sheltered man
The sheltered man
In the loyal, loyal shelter
Of solitude
The crown is put on
After the victory
That will not be the story
Of my generation
Pleasure is an abyss
Orgasm a relief
Against the deceptions
Deceptions of control
Of the older people

As if that moment
Was going to be the first
Of the rest of their lives
Days of storm
Eve of brightness

When the future is improbable
When thinking is not enough
And when what in theory
Cannot
Has happened

As if that moment
Was going to be the first
Of the rest of their lives
Days of storm
Eve of brightness