this is the resulting garbage of february
the anger pumps as hard as it can
no objective
just neumatic fiber rechinando sobre wet pavement
long talks with dull insomnia
and all my memories are here to watch
and build an opinion
this is the result of a too long month
of a blank month
and the month in which the nightmares grew quicker
I sometimes live in Cordoba
I sometimes have a face that waits for me
in the past and in the future at the some time