Yes, I've been to the cosmos
Sinéad O'Connor was playing
My pineal in the Congo
Linear travel, where am I?
In an ideal location, very close to here
Fields of cereals, sorghum and barley
Northern lights, they are dream worlds
It seems unreal, how do you expect me to come back?
The Great Pacific garbage patch floats
It is full of nets from an old fleet
I swam there yesterday
Now I feel plastic up to my neck, up to my Adam's apple
The sedative effect seems to be increasing now
The world darkens like a pennyrile infusion
I walk with the energy of a sloth
Of a dead rat where the Besós flows into
I go from liquid to gas
I turn into smoke from some Jeff Bezos factory
Packages come out
And the difference between those and these increases a lot
Between the poor and the rich
More glaucoma and tics
Teras of videos of dinghies with small children
I see the consequences of a tsunami on TV
While eating some umami-flavored mushrooms
Sometimes I leave my world and enter other people's
And it looks like the whole thing is an ad for washing powder
People smile with their cheekbones and like themselves
It must be a sacred ceremony
I look at it from the stands with the worst locations
Trying to understand humanity a little
But it's hard for me
I avoid looking at the homeless
I avoid looking at his scabs
And I feel like an impostor
A cold person full of darkness
In a room
I practice meditation, not medication
I hold onto the hands of the Casio
I watch the pirouettes of a sickle
And I get passionate so easily
That I jump cement fences
With some sneakers that children sewed
And I can run and play and steal little pieces
Of their childhood and the desire to live
I'm a filmmaker
When I look out the window of the Mazda
My eye is an ominous camera
A lens that gradually wears out
But I looked into your eyes and could see a remnant of hope
That will last you until your vacation is over
And go back to doing jobs that no one forced you to choose
They take you 80,000 hours and you take them to bed
Look in the sky and you will see a Pegasus
Throw the cell phone over the cliff
Throw yourself in with some climbing shoes
Plant a lentil, leave a legacy
Follow the path of the renegade if you must
Do you feel the electricity in your neck?
The silver cord or umbilical cord
You have to sew yourself wings and fly vertically