We sail through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always

While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
Of great God mars
As we travel the universe

BAJAN las nubes de TINTO, suben los campos pal' CIELO, siembra la TIERRA al compás, entre SOLES y LUNAS llenas se vive allí!.

En la quebrá del ají !

She took a long cold look at me
And smiled and gazed all over my arm
She loves to see me get down to ground
She hasn't time just to be with me
Her face between all she means to be
To be extreme, just to be extreme
A broken pier on the wavy sea
She wonders why for all she wants to see...
But I got up and I stomped around
And hid the piece where the trees touch the ground...

The end of truth that lay out the time
Spent lazing here on a painting dream
A mile or more in a foreign clime
To see farther inside of me.

And looking high up into the sky
I breathe as the water streams over me...

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments if death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

Hace tiempo no me dedicaba a escribir algo por aquí, aunque yo creo que mas que flojera, son como esos rincones a los cuales pocos visitantes llegan pero eso realmente poco importa.
Well , acompañada con este frio característico , donde ahora es que te cagas de frio o de cagas de calor, pero son cosas del futbol no?.
Y aún no se hacia donde apunta todo esto.
Sueños de humo verde! eso es lo que falta.
Esto señoras y señores es Diarrea Mental!. Bienvenido oh grandes seres de cochayuyo!.