caos ordenado que incita al voyeurismo

NICO, de Marlango

My mind wonders with no map
I have no route no point
I daydream.
My mind wonders with no map
and real life colours seem washed out.

My eyes see things of a secret
nature
I resist from trying to understand,
I tear the pages of my past.

To recall what you think you thought
you wanted
every yersterday is empty
and every tomorrow will hold
what you carry with yourself today
I carry with myself today
no route, no point, no map.

My eyes see things of a secret
nature
and I think if I find a word I will unlock
the future.

As if a morning could wake up some side of me
that is
plain and rich / full and lovely
and
hidden.

Plain and full of colours
'Cause I've got all the words in
me
words I've never heard before.
I try to pick up what sleeps
I try to pick up what slips through your mouth
and find
that my own words are so
dull and empty
I desist
I quit
I don't know
answers
to questions
I make
I wait.

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