miércoles, 21 de julio de 2010

Whooooo’s the man

Whooooo’s the man

The password of love has been disclosed
¿Whooooo gonna use it? ¿To do what?

Tonight love will answer the phone
¿Whooooo gonna call? ¿Whooooo gonna get the tone?

Streets are calling
¿Whooooo gonna answer them? ¿May I call you back?

Death is patrolling city’s heights
¿Whooooo gonna jump? ¿ Whooooo gonna live inside?

Cells against cells, mucosa’s wet
¿Whooooo’s the man? ! Bloody eggs of life!

Sperm and eggs, life as usual
¿Whooooo’s the life? ¿ Whooooo’s the man?

Blood, like water, flows
¿Whooooo gonna navigate? ¿Whooooo’s the captain?

I’m afraid of you, my friend
¿Whooooo’s at the edge? ¿May I call you a breakdown?


VABM July 17, 2010

domingo, 4 de julio de 2010



To Vicky

Nations are cute decorations

That win and loose

In a green soccer field

And I agree

And frontiers

Are simple lines

To be drawn

In her homework

And I’m in accord

She believes all of history

All of its pain, sorrow and horror

Is insignificant compared

With a pet’s death

And I’m with her

She also believes

Candies and iced cream

Are the best yield

Of humanity’s sciences and arts

And that to me, is also fine

Love in her humble opinion

Isn’t matter of talk

Because she’s what’s called:

Joie de vivre

And I’m in love

VABM Sunday, July 04, 2010

jueves, 1 de julio de 2010

Greener than lettuce

Greener than lettuce

Compared with the sun
Ocean is like the vapor
From the mouth
On a little rock

We’re small 
As the mold
That makes green
Some rocks

But we can transmit 
Even greener funds
At light’s speed
To the place they belong

We’re also good
Refining uranium salts
Making plastic wood
And dreaming other worlds

So what’s wrong with us, boy?
I don´t see any fault
In being a little difficult
Because history is made of wars

Do you see my point, boy?
Wait for your chance at bat
Keep your eyes on the ball
Opportunity never calls you, twice

If you don’t win 
The biggest lottery price
That doesn’t mean
Lottery ain’t fair

System has its ways
You must not go against them
I’m afraid that poor people
They better surrender instead

So now you can see it all
With sharp exactitude, dude
We’re cooler than the coolest breeze
And greener than lettuce

VABM July 1, 2010