I Have A Spotty Tongue And A Sore Throat

Behind My Genesis

Taboo is your look,
a forbidden desire
and there is nothing you
You hide in corridors.
between letters and choruses I
prisoner of thoughts
only think of letters not
wrote the letters that send,
feelings I kept
and drowned in my
for being banned.


faults in two sets of clothes
to social morality that burns everything
absorbing pleasure.
black birds come as
gulls lurk in the sea ...


Deep is the heart captive
taboo in your mouth, your death
causing what other
not fired if the heart is wood of the tree that Judas hung
, burns in mystery.


Hundreds of miles I carried into exile
And you do not know who I am?
I will tell you:
He who comes to life, the taboo of the final cycle,
the bird perches, which
anguish in prison litanies ...


Locked in the dark and every time I think
hidden in the shadows
My taboo are you, who fills me with peace
and I'm not happy ...