to define the we
in these unfaithful times
do not bend knees
when life is less beautiful
only succumbed to the sirens
and to the verbs of yesteryear
burn your fingers
to the foam of the waves
this desire that pulls
to the horizon of emptiness
regret is everything
until it is no longer
with money
with money
your heart is bought
with money
with money
your body too
do I have everything
for sale
and at what price
is it time
who lifts us up
every second
out of habit
these bites at bay
that awaken the blood
these worthy plenitudes
In the middle of an absence
these follies forever
which are only enough
these gestures deep inside us
who will make us suffer
these prayers on the lookout
who will make us believe it
with money
with money
your heart is bought
with money
with money
your body too
do I have
everything for sale
and at what price
in the place that closes
these hopes in silence
the obvious omniscience
which precedes dreams
when reality is
almost facing oneself
without any way to change it
we will often get lost there
these wounds forever
who will make us feel
that even deep inside us
in sleep we will know
with money
with money
your heart is bought
with money
with money
your body too
do I have
everything for sale
and at what price
do I have
everything for sale
and at what price
unreasonably
until drifting