Drink me

I'm sugar

on a cup

with 4 liters

of hot water.

Where am I?

Where are you?

I can't find you

It seems I will dissapear

'til you drink me

and you find me

Then I'll find you

when you drink me.

Vintage

Back home, to where I don't feel alone

In home, no homme, no nothing
Just me all alone


Drank sangria, and felt itzy bitzy dizzy
Yelled: Victoria! Yes, now i got you crazy


Black day, 'cause I forgot, I forgot IT
In Rome, I dreamt to have a spot
But no, we're not in Rome


Don't open the door
'cause it may go
Don't open the door
'cause you may go


Just, let it vintage
Not now
Let us vintage
Wait now
Hope don't forget with age
Let this vintage.

En un rato

El sol: soleado.

El agua: aguada.

Las ondinas: ondeando.

Mi andar: andando.

Las arpias: puteando,

caminando y chiflando.

Dionisio: Divagando.

El vino: viniendo.

Las hadas: cagando.

Y Hermes, muy agusto:

mensajeando.

La paga adelantada

Una soltera muy escrupulosa casaba rehusaba, y decia que su madre pensaba que hacer la mala cosa aun despues de casada era pecado. Un bigardon del caso fue informado y, habiendose en la casa introducido y hallandose querido, pidio a la niña luego en casamiento.
Ella el consentimiento dio con la condcion de que tres veces en la primera noche se l haria por ponerla al corriente, y seguiria lego una sola vez todos los meses. Hizose al fin la boda y, en la noche ya llegado el plazo, la muchacha tres veces, brazo a brazo, sufrio, sin menearse, la accion toda.
Concluyo el fuerte mozo su trabajo y durmiose cansado; ella, impaciene, andaba impertinente volviendose de arriba para abajo hasta que él acabo por despertarse y huraño dijo: - ¡Hay tal cosquilleria, que por dos veces ya me has despertado!
Y ella exclamo, acabando de arrimarse: -¿Me quieres dar un mes adelantado?

-Félix Ma. de Samaniego

Spring in Summer

It was a dream at January 1st
too many stories to be told
And then Feb came along with Val
Not any red heart can be so divine
Suddenly April finally could arrive
with a b-day that was hell so fun

And the Sun, the Sun of May
told Jupiter to give one more chance
When finally June passed by
tears of happiness where melting like hot ice

But, how did it happen?

Suddenly it was March in July
all the flowers ready to reborn
finally butterflies where ready to fly
And Sun wasn't that hot those days
Roads seem to drive to the same place
I felt spring in summer
and it was pretty
Spring in Summer
I was so pretty
Not a dream
You where so pretty
March with the flowers was pretty

And in the night it was finally reborning
The feeling of the butterflies
(right in my stomach)
where ready
not really
not ready
My feelings where not ready to say goodbye

But, why is it over?

Suddenly it was Spring in the Summer
Among the flowers reborned all day
Under the not-that-hot sun
Roads seem to drive me far away
It was March in July
I felt the spring in my summer
Summer love, yeah
But it was so pretty
Summer was pretty
March, yes he is
March, he is so pretty

He and I
He and I it was
He and I were
when I felt March in July.

IT happens

Shit happens

Hi

Tell me Jup
Tell me D
Tell me P
Tell me Mars
Tell me Jo
Tell me Tau

Where did he go?

Find him Jup
Find him Mars
Find him Tau

Say: Hi.

On occasion, an angle falls from the sky. Its harp get stuck, it frays the cloud and tears its robe, its wings become covered with feathers and it develops a sex that it gives gravity. Heavy and without a meteor to hang on, it falls through the firmament. Its body loosens a fleeting trail that shatters against the depths of the universe. After the fall, ot os left scorched and suffering..and an angel scorched and suffering becomes a demon.

A fallen angel can no longer enter into ecstasy. It is no longer dedicated to prayer, but to temptation. Its just speck in the universe. Ot has stopped living and must invent its own blue sky. It has lost its halo, but its scorched body remains a cinder of light that keeps it alive.

Angels fall when they stop thinking of God. When they forget the Supreme and stop worshipping Him. When they lose their ferverous, they acquire curiosity. They observe, reflect and become concious of themselves. As soon as they substitute ecstasy for analysis, they accelerate their fall. The angels fall for being irreverent free thinkers.

Ocassionally, a demon rises to the heaven. It loses its crust, one can no longer smell its breath, and its robes begin to radiate with divine light. It begins to ascend from cloud to cloud and starts to delight in its glory, but once it reaches the ultimate heights, only then does it realize that the sky only exists from the ground