IntroducciónMi único sol que
Usted me hace feliz
Cuándo cielos son grises
I, DiseaseI am bruised kneesI, Disease
Waving at tie-dyed children through school windows Falling out of trees of apples I am red with confused fingers I seem to be looking for a megaphone I am dead dragonflies I seem to be a train I am wet footprints down the dock I am catching the next wave out of here It seems I am not the only one I am fossilized peanut butter in a rented kitchen I am making air graffiti where everyone can hear me With my tongue All-nighters high on nothing but thoughts I am too tired to care I seem to be unplugged I
| ~BOEG |
