Contradiccion

Contradiction, poison for reason
Sincerity, faithful relative of truth
Water and oil are in the field of discussion
They don't get along, like sugar and salt
Like an ungrateful artist with nylon strings
For a Fender Strat if you're going to crash, better slow down
Better slow down a gear

Hate and resentment, poison for the thinker
Impartiality, mother of objectivity
Water and oil are, in the field of discussion
They don't get along, like toxins and the sea
Like a forbidden book
A Franciscan, with the Bible in one hand
And in the other, a book by Plato
Faith against reason...

The feeling of letting go
of the heart, without a previous turn
awakens, put on the handbrake
so you can arrive whole to the face-to-face
with life...
day by day...

Reality, that of the one who fantasizes
the other reality, is uglier but it's true
Water and oil are, in the field of discussion
They don't get along like the eternal infinite struggle
between good and evil like a cheerful saxophone
like a million chords burning in a bonfire
unable to capture the attention of those who have a heart...

Reality, that of the one who fantasizes
the other reality is uglier, but it's true...
and how to judge correctly?
with 96% of the people...
is enough...
More than enough