Long live science, long live poetry
Long live I feel my tongue
When your tongue is on my tongue
The water is in the mud, the mud is in the brick
The brick is in the wall, and your photography is in the wall
It is true that there is no art without emotion
And there is no precision without craftsmanship
Just as there are no guitars without technology
Nylon technology for the raw materials
Metal technology for the headstock
The press, the gouge and the varnish
The carpenter's tools
The singer-songwriter and his computer
The shepherd and his shaver
The alarm clock that is already announcing the dawn
And in the telescope the last star lingers
The machine makes the man, and that is what the man does with it
The plow, the wheel, the mill
The table on which I rest the glass of wine
The curves of the roller coaster
The semiquaver and even the semifusa
The tea , computers and mirrors
Glasses to see near and far
The dog's kennel, the butter
The yerba, the mate and the bulb
It is s with me
We are singing in the shadow of our vine
A song that says that one only keeps what is not tied
And without having you, I have you, and I have to my guitar
There are so many things
I only need two
My guitar and you
There are cinemas, there are trains, there are saucepans
There are formulas even for describe the spiral of a conch shell
There is more, there are credits, classic traffic, lounges, VIP rooms
There are hypnotic capsules and computed tomography
There are conditions for the constitution of a limited company
There are bottles and there are shells, there are taboos, there are kisses
There is hunger and there is overweight, there are sleep cures ±o and herbal teas
There are designer drugs and drug-addicted dogs in customs
There are hands capable of making tools
With which machines are made to make machines
To make computers
Which in turn design machines that make tools
For the hand to use
There are written infinite words zen goal bang rap God end
There are so many things
I only need two
My guitar and you

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