Pablo Natario

And i could look into the Crowded morgue of mistakes The sun stopped its smile And frowned on me too […]

Somebody s shouting Up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody s up there It s a deception

The fruit is speechless before our sorceries the party has just begun. Time-lapse and dancing and rotting in place, and

The golden light above you shows me where you re from The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze

This is the film close to the third act and the misery Is not rain, you rapist werewolves, is God

I m crying I m dying I can see what s wrong with me It s in my head I

Ride this dying carousel Four rusted horses strangled by their own rope Where children love are singing We ll know

It doesn t matter if I m right or wrong It really doesn t mean a thing It doesn t

The boy s got a head like an atom bomb Hang him from a cross like the number one son

I don t mind just what you say. I never heard you, baby, never heard you anyway. I don t

She went away for the holidays Said she s going to L.A. but she never got there She never got

If you re driftin on an empty ocean With no wind to fill your sail, The future, your horizon, It