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No se que tan bueno sea esto, pero hoy cuando estaba escuchando unos discos viejos de blues que mis padres tienen ahí arrumbados, me dio por escribir lo siguiente:

I
Don’t wanna go with you.
I want someone to feel my blues,
I’ve money to invite you a coffee or two,
What do you say baby, coffee and cigarettes?
Do you like it?
Or you prefer something better?
Some wine with a Sirloin well done,
coffee and cigarettes or go away
Don’t wanna go with you.


II
My feet brought me a couple of good things,
my hands wrote some good letters
my brains cried some lonely tears
my ears bleed when I heard these songs
but my eyes bought your image
and my liver enjoy your feelings
my nose live your sweat
and my tongue taste your pleasure.


III
We are going to cross the world
you see those elephants on the sky?
We are going to ride over the cities,
we are going to ride over the mountains
a wale is going to eat us
inside her transparent belly
we are going to see the ocean.


IV
You say you prefer a sunny day
I prefer a dark and sparkled sky
with so many kinds of stars,
When sky is dark is transparent,
a sky with a blues taste,
instead a fuckin sunny day
The music I feel now
is blue with a red sunset
with a tacos smell and beer taste.