(instrumental)

tell me, is it possible that all time in
the future will not be better?
who manipulates the hope for self-
gain
and I forbid the prestidigitation of
the strange illusions of
the forces which surround us,
I offer no resistance
how many million years
did it take to form these heartbeats
we are on?
at which pint do the incredible
and the exact coincide?
experience is evidence and the
questions are my fortress
the day-to-day isn't real,
at least I wish it wasn't...

CHORUS
spin, wheel of fortune!
spin, wheel of fortune!
spin, spin, wheel of fortune!

BRIDGE
against untimely furies
that turn us into monsters

who puts us face to face with the
tick-tock and chance?
close to the loophole of the impossible,
the unpredictable and providential.
the future lasts too long and time
will be a fashion
nothing is like it was,
at least I wish it wasn't...

CHORUS + BRIDGE

BRIDGE

start just because
and finish don't know when
blue gives me sky
and the iris the changes
the heavenly bodies are no further
away than the men I deal with
I repeat the other voices
which feel like my own
and they enclose my body
with murmur of rough seas

CHORUS
I told you not to look back
because the sky doesn't belong
you, and we have to start slowly
to unmake the world

the breath of the earth
and its peaceful calm
the shadow of twilight
that is a shaking hand
the music reveals secrets
which are now inside me
in the end and after all
we're not so different
an oasis in the desert
where patience is left

CHORUS

put me out of reach
of a universal yawn
we'll see each other in exile
or in a prison cell
put me out of the comfort
of my personal history
I am a predatory bird:
look at my wings!

CHORUS * 2

I awoke with tightly
clenched fists
and the insolent rage
of my youth
ingenuousness absolves us
from our mistakes
and allows everyone to contribute
what they know
they made you bread
and there we consumed you
vengeance is a useless
piece of junk

CHORUS
this is my place
and this is my thorn
Iberia submerged
in these clandestine rumours * 2

you formulate questions
with a seed of an answer
and I know your way
by heart
I do not believe in the rationality
and the proprietary embrace,
without an exit
now that you suffer from insomnia
you would like to die from 'siesta'

CHORUS * 2

madness never had a teacher
for those who row without
a perpetual course
taking any other direction
so that we don't tame the horses of
exaltation
routine shadows the pupils of the
eyes which are closed to the joys
which are left to us

CHORUS
avalanche * 4

we need the precious time
which you abandon without knowing
what the fuck to do with it
we are the food
and someone out there is
truly hungry
there is no return to consciousness
after the delirium of
stormy love

CHORUS

BRIDGE
there are still things to do
and without movement
you brace yourself
there are still things to say
and you don't speak...

madness never had a teacher
for those who row without
a perpetual course
death will be the ornament which I
will place upon the gift of my life
the moon exercises strange
influences which contradict
themselves and there's no one to
decipher

CHORUS * 2

with the arms of fever
that still embrace my forehead
I've had a better thought
and I'll untie
the snakes of vanity.
to listen is paradise
and fear is a thief
from whom I keep no regrets
the pain
is a rehersal of death

BRIDGE
and in the film of a drop
my wings get broken
and amongst other things
they don't write with illuminating ink

CHORUS
paradise becomes hell
and then complains
and who is doing
anything about it? * 2

born in ruins
of my tastebuds
the nonsense of chaos
defeated me
with words of praise

BRIDGE

CHORUS

you don't have to impress me
nor follow my way
I'm going to alight here
on the edge of the present
where the man chokes
writes his last will in
black chilli
the grief of being with you
is the alchemy of my poison

BRIDGE
defeat is not an option and
there are no excuses
and forever seems like a long time
to me

CHORUS
forever, nothing is
forever * 2

the influence of the anger
and the impulse of the tongue
I don't have all my life
and yet there are still boxes which
hold surprises

BRIDGE

I will come with a bitter mouth
and a defeated heart...

CHORUS * 2

the words were wasps
and the streets were like dunes
and I'm expecting your arrival...
in a coffin I guard your touch,
a crown,
with your hair tangled
wishing to find an
infinite rainbow
my hands that are still bones
and your belly that tastes like bread
the cathedral is your body...
your were summer and a thousand
torments, me a lion
who smiles at the walls
which I've repainted in the same
colour

CHORUS
I can't distinguish between kisses
and putting down roots
I can't distinguish between the
complex and the simple
and you are now on my list of
promises to forget
everything burns if you use the right
spark

the fire that was sometimes your
own, but the ashes were always
another's
white sperm sliding through the
spine
we are already much older and more
honest, but so what?
if we look upon the lagoon that is
called eternal absence

CHORUS

the innocent get lynched
to the rhythm of calumny
in the odyssey of rancour, the great
inquisitor
and the shrouded man, the shrouded
man
in the sure, sure shelter
of loneliness
the crown is achieved
after victory
that will not be the story of my
generation
pleasure is an abyss, the orgasm a
relief
against the false farce
of control
of older people

CHORUS
as if that moment
could be the first
of the rest of our lives
stormy days,
eve of splendour

BRIDGE
when the future is improbable
and to think is not enough
and when that which in theory
cannot be,
has happened...

CHORUS

CHORUS * 2

the smallest thing is a mystery
and the sacred so simple
the weeping of the nopales
behind the hussar of death
when the coyote knocked on
your door
howling unwelcome notes
the shadows snatched away
the dreams of the just

CHORUS 1
you can't shut away the sun
under a bell
you can't delay
the appointed hour

one of these days
could be your last battle
and we, the larvae, grow up,
and we are not able to fit through
the lock
the heart going through a tunnel
dark as a wreck
dying yet and not after
searching without a remedy

CHORUS 1

CHORUS 2
the labyrinth of the dream
where the demons of memory
are lost

CHORUS 1

CHORUS 2 * 2

1 dedicated to Rafael and to Martin and to Miguel / 2 Mexican cactus

opium is the flower of laziness,
until I become only existence
the smoke of milk, like lowing cattle,
slowly
spreading the flavour of the universe
the one who does nothing fears
nothing
and from the terrestrial you will
know the heavens
a dark entitlement to what is
delightful, will be a dream or a lie

CHORUS
the most trivial things become
fundamental
eliminating patterns of chance
as if the wind is stirred without
encouragement
listen to my song's disclosures

VERSE 1
huddled in a lair
like a besieged animal
worn out by tiredness
and the weight of my eyelids

CHORUS

WALTZ
splinters of air
indecipherable arcanum
in my garden of delights
I belong to the breeze
inhale the fog
that floats in the Ganges
the oil of incense
will be our consolation

off guard, close to my lips
harvest mouth
carnation breasts
curves of honey
corner of voices
and knives of saliva
I swam naked on your swell
now that the boat is sinking and only you can save me
and you doubt my doubts
my rituals
my ruins
between always and never
I swam naked on your swell
the foam of Venus
the slender fruits
that wanted to milk
the dowser searching for water

CHORUS
fiction is and will be
my own reality * 2

artists of sin
I learned by heart
the geography of your sugar
and steel
centre
Venus foam
I swam naked on your swell
immaterial perfume
shelter and beginning
the vertical howling
as an answer to your prodigies

CHORUS

with the unworn disguise
of diving into the ephemeral
fiction is and will be
the only reality