El color de la verdad
Cruda como el cielo. Así es la verdad. Rampante y escalofriante.
La verdad tiene rostro de mentira.
O porqué no la reconocemos cuando la vemos?
O porqué la primera fase del duelo es con frecuencia la negación?
I wanna see you in the eyes.
La verdad, quiero jugar. Playfulness ist vielleicht the closest experience to the presence, to the gegenwart.
I don’t wanna play with words tho. I want to play with my body. I want to dance well-accompanied.
Es la verdad liberadora? I don’t know
Is it empowering?
Es fibrosa?
Es mía?
It is nobody’s
Is it connected to the earth?
It is connected to the soul, question mark
It is connected to one’s being, question mark
Es la voz
Es el cielo
Qué es
I don’t know
But it is here
Until I finish writin
writin
writin
It is the awkwardness of NOT speaking one’s truth, not
expressing one’s opinions, ignoring one’s body and one’s intuition,
It is the awkwardness of self-sabotaging
It is fear
Cada quien es dueño de sus propios miedos
Cada quien es gobernado por el miedo ajeno
For WHAT
Aloha baby
Aloha baby
Aloha baby
It is too late for goodbye
Aloha baby
Aloha baby
It’s you
I want
To play endlessly
This is not a romantic a song
I mean, it is, it just doesn’t have a romantic ending
It’s all about me, because I want to play endlessly
I want to play endlessly
Aloha baby
Aloha baby
Aloha baby
For WHAT
It is too late for goodbye, Alan
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