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Legs that breathe... poison of serpent... by the path of the wind... I am blowing ardent water(alcohol)

The day to day has begun enthusiastic and joyful

it says... Passport

Where are you going tonight?
Look how the path is.
The path is of the least, to get there is what matters.

I have your antidote... For those that do not have identity
We are identical... For those that arrived without warning
I have your antidote... For those that no longer are here for those who are here and those that will come

A nomad without course
the negative energy I collapse it
With my hooves of lamb
I proposed to cross the whole continent
Without compass, time, agenda...
inspired by the legends
by the stories packed in tin,
with the tales that the moon relates I learned to walk without map...
To go on a long walk
without comforts, luxury...
protected by the saints and the wizards...
I learned to write bullshit in my notebook and with a same language to shake all the planet...
I learned that my town still prays because the "fucking" authorities and puta royalty... still move under the table...
I learned to swallow the depression with beer...
My boss I spit from mountains and with my own saliva poison his champagne...
I poison his champagne...

I continue taking rum...

I have your antidote... For those that do not have identity
We are identical... For those that arrived without warning
I have your antidote... For those that no longer are here for those who are here and those that will come

In your smile I see a guerrilla,
an adventure a movement...
Your language, your accent... I want to discover what already was discovered...

To be an immigrant
that is my sport...
Today I go away North without passport, without transport... on foot, with the legs... but it does not matter this man is hydrated
with the portraits of the pupils
Carrying a pair of landscapes in my backpack,
carrying 'chlorophyll vitamins', carrying a rosary that watches me
I dream with crossing the meridian
slipping by the cords of the four of Aureliano...
And to arrive at him early, early at the border... by the desert with the feet to the grill...
Below the Earth like the squirrels,
I'm going to cross the wall...
I am an intruder with inmate identity...
and for that reason I become diver...
and diving below the Earth...
So that the guards don't see me and the dogs won't smell me...
Grandmother do not worry that in my neck hangs the virgin of Guadalupe...

I have your antidote... For those that do not have identity
We are identical... For those that arrived without warning
I have your antidote... For those that no longer are here for those who are here and those that will come

Listen for all the immigrants of the entire world... There goes that... Street 13

This artistic-cultural production with affection and effort is like a call of will and hope for all,
all...
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Desert​
Isis
RED
North
Star
Sun
Moon
Lamb
Heart and Cross

She sings by the path of the 'wind.'
She throws herself and is saved,by the Sun/People.
A procession in the 'Desert'.
Sun shines upon them a child carries a lamb.
Curved path snake-like. 'without mapcompassagenda'Know that.
Beating of Drums invoking the spirits.
Rebel against authority the boss and spit him out and spit his 'good drinks'
People in Red know the way.
Lead the 'ass/donkey'.
Child carrying lamb falls.
People carrying the 'virgin' move on.
The last slow are taken away.
In the valley a taunt, for confrontation.
A merry place of safety at night,a rooster.

13 in red, One heads towards the fleeing bus,west, as Three stays in the 'Desert'.

The sun sets and the two persons remaining in the procession
fall after the 'Virgin' is safely put on the ground.

a call of will and hope for all,
all...

'This is a song of Hope'-madison square garden-Robert Plant



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Tango Of Sin
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