I wake up every day wanting to be a defense attorney, prosecutor and judge; you, me and him.
I want to know what they did,
What they would do and what they would not do or be the role,
The rock and the scissors;
Eyes, mouth and skin.
The cuckold, the most desired and the stubborn infidel.
The door, the window or fall like Olmedo did,
From that balcony, never to return.
He will be the degenerate, love for your body or the first time.
Noon, midnight and dusk.
Better than two options there will always be three.
I want to be a murderer, to be the victim, the witness.
The smoke, the stock market and the wine.
The journey, the first step, the destination.
Go up, go down or react: look for exits.
Being able to lock up freedom and take a little bit of truth
And steal a little bit of truth from it.
I am a blank piece of paper, ten topics in one day
Or I just don't die of thirst.
I love you all day , I hate you and I'm afraid
And I want to be a train, a truck on the road and a shot in the temple.
I become Cement, a Museum or some cabar.
I am avenue, the cut and I'm a corner again.
Tie, local and visit.
The owner, the boss and the ant.
Go up, go down and react.

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