Motote

2015

Motote:


I live behind a stained window
Blurred cristal, smoke curtain
My eyes are blinded, they can not see
through the grey glass

Everybody speaks at the same time
Thousand of angry faces is the only thing that you see
Black and white colouring
They drown the fish in dark water

You live crying, for washing with your tears your stained eyes
the dirt of sadness
will not be washed with your acid drops

You seek the truth among the mud
that swallows you in your attempt
now your ears are deaf
Now you do not listen attentive

Everybody speaks at the same time
Thousand of angry faces is the only thing that you see
Black and white colouring
They drown the fish in dark water