Letra de Impoverishment

Derived from the city, emphasised by morning I was once sick, love did not like me I could not be honest with myself. Maybe I am becoming ill to you scary or clownish. Maybe I darken in movement my colours of dread congratulate thin moons & wastes seeking all the addictions of life, the veil of consumerist gauze, fears of vertigo night clubs, the public gaze? Maybe it is a trick. Still, I would kiss you and not be despised drink you within this embrace go in my ways through this city with wide senses trying to learn the nocturne that guards the one I have left. It may be quiet now, though I am behind fields through avenues though I am neither wide awake nor exactly mindful. I come back with my taste of world smoke. May I not be caught in retails of impoverishment. Or my other fear - one day to walk out on a great plaza where transports are loaded ahead and discover you packing the heart of the matter, escaping this fortress where we are inoperative as women. Will I be cruel in jealousy that overthrows us with vehemence and in flooding, drowns us? As though in a dream, a fainting legend rather than this life - here.