Lídia Pastor & Frank Zappa

 

Hypocrisy is not pretty

As the world catapults

with its immense gradients

the storms, the tides, 

ambitions, lies and

Your déjà vus, I cringe

Here in this kitchen, 

I see the world

Outside these walls, 

of what happened

and what I choose today

I don't know anything about the world

I know nothing about the others,

I only know that I don't mix

That I don't agree

with the immense fan of darkness

chosen, 

conscious or unconscious

by the others. 

They can't find me anymore.

I am not distinguished by the soul, 

by the flesh

by the predicates, 

by everything to which it refers

that of being human, 

but by conscience

I woke up from the game 

I never knew how to play

And never wanted to know,

nor of the instructions, 

nor of the motivations of others.

I know nothing about others, 

but I look at myself

Inside and I know who I am 

and what I intend

and I continue to be whole, 

Now mature

that now awakens 

for the pathetic of choices,

Tools and inequities 

of having served as an object

Specifically 

that I know nothing and the future 

there is no fear,

only cohesion, relevance

the objective awareness that

I finally arrived 

to my middle path.

I'm fine alone

far from your appearances.