Dazel x Poetry - Cataratas

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In the end, each word evaporates in the notebook
And the harpy's tongue poisons the glances
In the end, each poem commits suicide in the mornings
It is the rope tied around the neck OF THE ILLITERATE POET!

Others try the abstract with cheap talk
They are conceptual artists with a made-up language
While I die inside with the accumulated rage
The alibi of that whore in my disordered song

I am an abandoned ship with broken dreams
A spare part for all those who were trampled
I am a poorly paid actor with the leftovers of a tax
To interpret scenes of a failed artist

And so I go through life jumping from one side to the other
Disguised as an astronaut in this crater of apathy
And so I go through life losing what I had
For going around looking for nothing I was left alone on the throne

Don't believe that story of effort and reward
I wrote so many poems that my head explodes
Writing every doubt to put together a puzzle
They paid me with absence the last of my pieces

The last of my pieces
fuck you, crazy

[CHORUS]

I keep falling into these waterfall fantasies
Dodging every arrow that snakes throw at me
Giving shape to ideas for blind artists
Every cold dawn when my mind lies to me
[X2]

Trampled by life, betrayed even by my family
Blessed by art, and the mind elsewhere
Scratches in my notebook And in my body the sutures
That formed the concept of this cruel architecture

Ignored, resentful, mutilated, bastard
Writer and thinker, without social skills, permanent detractor of this fucking banality
A mediocre person with no future pursuing freedom

This unfortunate bad luck seems false
To pay a sentence without owing anything to death
It seems like a joke
this thing of being dead for years
With the tip of my pencil suturing my damages

So little by little the dark circles of these eyes pass and the more I weave the void the more my anger grows
Because I can't find my destiny in this thread that was red
He died in the midst of so much time opening doors without bolt

[CHORUS]

I keep falling into these waterfall fantasies
Dodging every arrow the snakes throw at me
Shaping ideas for blind artists
Every cold dawn when my mind lies to me
[X2]

Ahhhhh!

When this fucking mind lies to me!

I keep falling into this fantasy of waterfalls
Dodging every arrow that the snakes throw at me
Arguing forms for blind artists
Exhibiting the arrogant of this prostitute industry

Every shortcut, every route, every lake and every cave
To face the path of the one who became their guide
Facing the apathy imposed by false egos
I am the bad guy in my life and I came to mess up the game

Remember my words and secure the grenade
Because time runs fast and the load is heavier
Meanwhile I find myself in this strange fairy tale
Leaving the door open and the mind more closed

THE MIND MORE CLOSED BUT THE DOORS OPEN!

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