Storm

3. Storm

My vertical screams becomes
a horizontal pain
as I go towards the sun
I go sober and drunk
while I sit and play
or I love and burn
don't matter
it's all same

(why) can't I hear the Storm?
if I can hear my soul... fall
will I taste your air?
I hope
I can still play

the harvest is waiting...
fast I run
but faster it comes...

...mi humilde cara inmovil
...como si yo no existiece...