Mapas

If I want to enclose,
The noise in cardboard walls.
I let myself be caught,
Caught in colorless reels.
If I stay silent for you,
If I let the silence in,
I send postcards without stamps.

If I search in the maps,
That they gave us when we arrived.
I get lost in the straight line not drawn.

Every mistake at every intersection,
Is not a step back,
It's one step further.
Every curve in every draft,
Is not a step back,
It's one step further.

I unveil the end,
If I erase my cassette tapes.
If I break the lens,
That spits out my shadow on the wall.
If I throw the needle into the sea,
If I drown the speaker.
I conjure the present in the rearview mirror.

Every mistake at every intersection,
Is not a step back,
It's one step further.
Every curve in every draft,
Is not a step back,
It's one step further.

Every groove in every blot,
Is not a step back,
It's one step further.
Every mistake at every intersection,
Is not a step back,
It's one step further,
It's one step further,
It's one step further.