Funeral.

Cerca y alejado, contacto y retraimiento... medidas necesarias para la comprensión del esquema. Dentro del nuevo mundo he intentado parar este mundo tan "vacio" para inventarnos e inventarles uno nuevo.. estoy entonces listo para mi funeral en el que cambiaré mis ojos por unos más amables, en donde transformare mi mente y mis pensamientos por unos más mágicos y ligeros, en donde me sacaré el corazón para ofrendarlo a la madre tierra y a Tonatiuh-Huitzilopochtli, en donde cambiaré mis arboles internos..mis pulmones por unos poderosos fresnos c on raices profundas y entonces el punto de encaje movera el infinito de nuestras más luminosas ideas. Tlazocamahti Tonantzin - Ometeotl.



"The Funeral"

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard; we wonder
To know you all wrong; we were.

Really too late to call,
So we wait for morning to wake you
That's all we got
to know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were.

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
Every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
Every occasion, know I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you down,
For I'm coming up only to show you wrong.

To the outside: the dead leaves, they're on the lawn
Before they died, had trees to hang their hope

And every occasion
I'll be ready for the funeral
And every occasion once more
It's called the funeral
And every occasion
Oh, I'm ready for the funeral
Every occasion
Of one billion day funeral