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

Vicky

Vicky

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

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