20/10/2025
Esta es una canción sobre el náufrago sobreviviente y sobre su naufragio. Lo que el náufrago sobrevive no es ese momento de su desaparición que a menudo el inconsciente suele mitificar para evitar la angustia de la repetición de esa memoria del horror, lo que verdaderamente sobrevive día a día, hora a hora, es la paradoja de estar mu**to y estar vivo al mismo tiempo, la lógica del mundo es irreconciliable con tal situación existencial. Y sin embargo, el amor, que como dijo Nietzsche "es algo que está más allá del bien y el mal", nada sabe de lógicas.
Oh, what a day, what a road, what a life—
What a terrible situation just happened.
I don't know,
Oh, really I can't remember.
The precise moment when the obscure
shade of my thoughts
with the false faith of this world
collapsed in my body,
My not-so-strong body.
Big thoughts exposed by illusion
of redemption lights:
those
show the deep crack of
a wounded soul.
Oh, it shows
the bleeding heart
that nobody suppose to watch.
The blackened fibers of my inner body—
The dead parts of my insane mind.
It was a bad trip, it was a spell,
it was the remnant food
captured in my stomach
of a love
turned into poison bugs.
And then,
expelled out
by the mouth
by the moan and
the thought and the scream
in the ears of the void:
Set me free, ohh I can see the right direction
oh I don't believe you!
Set me free, ohh you are ancient and know this
confusion!
but oh you made me stronger
and now
I am not alone
Oh not alone,
Cry cry, now.
now you cry,
oh and sleep in the foot of my beloved son.
oh and You keep quiet and watch me walk
oh walking free.
