Labyrinth

I would like to say, that I am still in the marked streets, you saw the ones. With the Google crossings and those that I say: “Quickly, quickly, that death is more comfortable” 

They are like a maze. 

I am in a corner and then I have you wounded on my arms, from there I am waiting for you in one half of the square and you are on the other grabbing me by the wrist and telling me not to get lost. And it isn’t that it has mirrors, it isn’t that I close my eyes and it isn’t true.

Is that it’s us, we are crossing during a green light while trembling with fear. And then I am smoking and regretting. 

They got me without a way out, accomplices of punishment and crime, I have the paths marked to their end and I am falling to my knees. These streets are cursed, from Cordoba to Santa Fe. To have you in Callao, and if I close my eyes you are in Suipacha and Jujuy. If I stop I even get you in 52 and 1, I have you in 550 and diag. 74, because there is no end. 

T.A.