mi corazón palpita de modo caprichoso
me dice todo lo que quiere y yo ante la decisión, yo no se que busco.

Veo una mancha de tinta borrosa y permanente aparecer en cada disyuntiva
A veces es mi rostro el que reemplaza esta mancha, y eso me gusta
A veces es tu rostro,
el de un desahuciado viajero de semblante alegre
bonachón y pendejo, 
amable
Ahi te veo junto a tu nave erguida y flaman, bella
mas a la deriva,
en tu propia disyuntiva.
Y no se como darte la mano, por que coger la mano de otro entre estos cruces del destino y el libre albedrío, yo no sé, pero me da miedo que me la sueltes
o que vengas conmigo y en medio camino lo lamentes
pero es que mi corazón palpita fuerte y soy una caprichosa
y veo tu bote y veo tu rostro y escucho tu corazón palpitar en caprichosa crepitación
Eres tan dulce!
Asi que no voy a coger tu mano tan solo te voy a mirar directo
directo donde no hay mancha , solo hay ojos y mirada que desvaría por que esta en pleno baile 
y voy a caminar junto a ti
hasta que ya no haya como!
Hasta nunca! Hasta siempre! Hasta el próximo baile!

Dots, walls and whatever direction

Is it amusing? The lack of space - the , the, the, the, - the ever constant repetition of the baroque, of the 'hey, i am giving myself breaths to graze this ever consonant of sounds and movements and  - i am so confused i will trust this instinct, call it DNA, repetition of the same -. CLONE. Android of the 1,2, 3 Are you experienced?'
I wonder if I am.

I have been filling the same space of the same moment with the same person of no words, no gestures just space and time and WALLS this triggering walls that really talk loud! Walls that I know walls that I habitate walls that I share. walls. walls. walls. walls. This messed up walls of no security. Walls of you are so far away but for a moment I thought I could hear you and I thought we had touched like if we were dots forming a line. One sound.

I don't like crowds so I'd rather be a line made out of two dots, not more, just us two dots. but this walls and this other people and then my thoughts - and i guess your thoughts also have effect -  create even more walls. and it's like we were never forming a line, it is like we have never been close it is just that it seemed like we were. From one particular point of view. So I wish we could stay stuck in that point of view, in that place that makes us seem so close, like made out of the same sort of light. but i am here and in between this rather large number of walls there you are. and that is fine, I don't mean to be clingy but it is like time only puts up more walls and then I just think 'Why bother tearing them down?' So I just stay far and hope maybe to forget the sound.

So we were driving in your car, and all I want to do is drive in somebody else's car when it is pitch dark and just get out of town. Beams of traffic lights and a starry sky and I want to neglect the map and just get from point A to point, no, not to point B but I'd rather get to D and then circle back to A so that maybe we might figure out where B was. That is what I want form this physical world. but in my heart that is made out of soulspecks I want it always to be clear and straightforward and whatever string that may be attached I want it mentioned and scrutinized.
and I want you to call me on my phone even if I protest cause I hate phones. I want you to call.