End of world.

Come with me because the sun has come to his final resolution,

close the doors and put some planks, wake up the child and confine you in the bathroom

use the tub as a shelder, and pray God to get out of this

don't feel bad for your cousin, he's drunk enough for not feel the ending.

This is the End of World, and everyone know it in their insides

we all know who's the fault, but suddenly the cry get muted by the burst.

The presidents playing the game of being polite and uncover the robbery,

their dirty suits with million lifes are now the excuse to scrag them for the loss,

but they all know that is over, the life was wrong but never stare the end,

a cellphone sound among the people, your father wants to say he really loves you.

This is the End of World, and everyone know it in their insides

we all know who's the fault, but suddenly the cry get muted by the burst.

And there's no wrong in tell you that the lie disguised in every true dress you have loved;

the memory's been mocked with the most pretty images we have seen in our lifes, but theres no cause to depressed, cuz the world is going to end.

Bunker.

El Sol refleja los centavos que se pagaron otra vida, penetra de a poco el techo que tanto creímos seguros y en los descuidos de confianza nos ha calentado, al punto que nuestro cuerpo reclama el deseo en sudor. Y nos acariciamos en noches igual de calurosas, pues  las paredes se impregnan del día y la noche ha dejado de ser fría en las casas, porque el viento no sopla en nuestros bunkers.

Somos los supervivientes de una guerra que se ignora día con día, pero que forma parte de una cotidianidad casi inquebrantable; olvidamos el porque volver a casa temprano, y el porque es mas seguro estar dentro, ignoramos la razón de las rejas, cubriéndolas de bellos adornos y de colores que nos hagan sentir menos encerrados. Observamos los alambres de púas y las cercas electrificadas como si fueran una bendición o un despilfarro, pero nunca como un por de una batalla silenciosa, que se pelea en desconfianza y en crímenes de defensa propia.

Yo en realidad, tampoco lo recuerdo, porque sinceramente, jamás me lo han explicado. Mi generación aun peca de ignorante.