cogí un atajo y me perdí.

Mamá! Mamá! me perdí.

Me perdí en las calles de Madrid.

Vagando por Tirso de Molina,

no fue apropósito. Solo

andaba en busca de aires más livianos,

unas cuantas copas en el sistema,

y un buen rato.

O quizás fue aquel verano en Boston,

donde la soledad se hizo

mi abrigo y decidí 

finalmente, quitarme ese amor

que me sacaba de quicio,

pues ya no aguantaba más el vicio

de querer y no ser querida.

Me perdí, no se cuando,

pero lo hice.

Y aunque me lo avisaste desde temprano,

me perdí en los miles de buenos ratos

a los cuales me comprometí

por caprichos de chamaquita.

Mamá, me perdí.

Y aunque siempre me dijiste

que el amor esta aquí,

en la familia, busque en mis afueras,

lo que no tenía que estar buscando. 

Y me perdí.

Mis piernas, que alguna vez 

caminaban por Tirso de Molina,

pedalearon por Boston,

y se abrieron entre tanto mal mozo,

cogí el atajo más corto,

no supe diferenciar cual era mi propósito

y

mamá,

me perdí. 

Twisted Souls

[This is a message for the
Twisted souls that don't embrace love,
where love is given,
and well received.
So they reprimand those who feel
freely, and make their way of life,
illegal. And to spite them,
I write this.]

You want
To control us.
To neglect us.
To make us "do it right"
where there is no wrong doing.
Try and make me feel guilty
for loving unconditionally
someone who understands the
inner workings of my mind
and how sometimes my mood swings
due to hormonal mishaps,
because she has those too.

Twisted soul, why don't you
waste your time on reducing the divorce rate
instead of throwing stones at the sight of me and
my lover's embrace?
Take a step back and realize how  ridiculous you're being.
You preach "doing to those what you wish be done to you"
but I bet you don't want me to take away your rights
and hate on your existance, now do you?

I say
if loving who I love is wrong,
let me fail the course of life.
I don't want to be a righteous woman
if that means I have to abide by your illogical
views on what is "accepted".

Because God may be a righteous man,
but he sure as hell enjoyed it in the ass.
And there's no way you can prove he didn't.

Debt Notes

I wrote this on my phone.

I bought it with money from someone

who probably owes.

You know, a casual loan.

Pay for an education,

give money back to the nation,

its part of the compilation

of contracts we signed off.

To be grateful.

For all these opportunities the

federals, direct or subsided, 

have given me.

This barter system we live in

is based off loans and loans and loans. 

See.

America owes to China, 

and they owe the earth some more,
and earth has a debt notice from the universe,
and so on and so forth.

When you come to think of it,

What is it really that we own?

I hold these debt notes on my savings account.
For what?

Who knows.