Sueños desde el Daltonismo

Imagine a world between a beach and your all time friends, the music is all over

no worry for food cuz we all prepare it, we dedicate our time to express, to art,

is our smal lworld, for this month, we can put our hamacas all over the house,

each can enjoy it at sunset,

at noon,

at midnit,

is really the time to chase the sun when is coming up,

or when is dying on the sea.

Is the time to count the eternity of stars.

Its Papaya Boulevad,

oursmall village, in the middle of Oaxaca.

We managed to build a small music academy, a small hospital and school,

with our newly doctor and psicologist

our architect build up this small village,

which had inthe center a beutiful garden,which surrounded the :

"Casa del Pueblo".

This small village that we called Papaya Village was our relax time,

once a year we all traveled from wherever we were.

I build up my photograh studio, she brought her piano

she her new bass and some knowledge of the mind.

We cook and spare the food to all travelers

its all free, we no more had fights,not at this time.

We remember moments, we laugh at all

good and bad, love and hate, past and future.

Were the romantic guerrilla, the resistance, the strawberry hippis

a mixutre of old school punk, and ska, master Bob Marley

art & love

im looking for it, dont worry it is true.........

seeusouthmexicosoon!!!!

Psicodelia Mental

PLatiqeumos un poco, prende ese cigarro mientras platicamos,
si me ves, un poco oscuro resulto el cuarto, pero sufuciente para susurrar
si viste que nomas queda esa luz, esa luz verdoza y clandestina,
es rebelde , lo ves? Por que nunca me respondes?
porque et vas sin decir nada?
porque me besas y luego te arrepientes?
porque molestas al gato?
eres catolica verdad?
tu dios me dijo que predieras el cigarro, me crees?
de verdad, solo un fume, deja calmar mis ansias, deja irme un rato
te dejo mi cuerpo, as con el lo que quieras, como siempre
mi alma ira por un sandwich: jamon, pan, queso, legucha orejona, tomate saladet, chiles jalapeños de lata que cuando la abres sale un pequeño aire acido .

si me fuera me extrañarias?
de hecho ya ni estoy, soy tu conciencia
vamonos mejor
a dormir
me comere ese foco, y viviremos en la oscuridad.......