not be, but be


What is there, over there?


There is nothing


I was born at the bottom of a pit where no light shone.

As if pressed together by the darkness
Uncertain of what to become
Born under those dark, dark sediments

I had a white form
My comrades were all in pure black

In those black forms, with their eyes shining and teeth baring, they were certainly eating something.
And then...


There was nothing to me, except my eyes.



I felt nothing
No, rather
It was possible that what I felt was "void", yet
I could hear nothing,
I could bite nothing
I could smell nothing
I could feel nothing as I touch
I could not rest
I had no companion

Just walking, alone

The things reflected in my eyes have no meaning
The things that could not be reflected in my eyes, do not exist.


Walking
Walking
Walking
Walking
Walking
Walking
Walking
Walking
When I had arrived at that thought
I have found something extraordinary

It was, somewhat, the place of birth for those strange, translucent objects that dotted this world.
It was the first time my eyes have been captured.

With no colour,
With no sound,
With no scent,
Does not interact with anything,
It only exists there.

It was the closest existence to "void" that I had ever laid eyes on.


I sank my body into that great "void"

There was nothing there,
Even I had lost my line of vision, and dissolved into the void,
And felt as if everything had disappeared.

Happiness.


If such a thing called happiness exists in this world, it should be something which resembles the limitless nothingness.
Nihility is having nothing, and having nothing to lose.
If that isn't "happiness", then what is?

The things reflected in my eyes have no meaning
The things that could not be reflected in my eyes, do not exist.


There is nothing

In you

And in me.

Diazepam pills scattered on the floor,
I started to live like i've never before.
Insects go south, they nest on the bones
They whisper to me, i can never go home.

You'll never go home

Long after midnight, i'll savor the red lights
Under the wrong side of this lullaby.
We dry from the inside, both as a railroad
I'll be your mirror, we can shatter together.

Blistering lips, hollowed songs
we start to laugh, now we lose control.
Avoiding faith, like a fashion call
feeling a castaway on my own home.

That's not my home

Long after midnight, i'll shower in red lights
Under the wrong side of this lullaby.
We dry from the inside, dark as a stray road
I'll be your mirror, we can shatter together.

Nos asustamos cuando alguien muere porque nos vemos en un espejo que refleja nuestro único futuro cierto.

Tu lengua nos estrangulará a ambos.

Whenever you hug me i feel like a big fat drooling retard. Because i know you don't love me, you just pity me for loving you.

"Sauna, pibe, sauna!"

Para el hombre ciego los terceros son fantasmas, para el hombre que no quiere ver los terceros son quimeras.