Revolution by Night

Revolutionary dreams by night

Struggling to find the right flag

Not sure what is the fight

Dreaming about the end of capitalism

And the collapse of big cities

Dreaming about that ZARA shirt

While the poor live in the dirt

Nightmares of inequality 

But the need for the best quality iPhone

Socialist in principle

But my will always comes alone

Fear

Diseases are spread

By the news that cough

Empty are the shelves

Headlines manage the stock

6 meters of distance

6 meters of fear

Metered reasons

Avoid the ones that are near

Dreams

Relentless dreams

Endless streams of thoughts 

Faceless vultures 

Pictures I forgot

Imaginary words

I fully understand 

Twenty seven worlds

On the palm of my 27 hands

Social Meditation

The travel should be the goal

Not the post

The View and not the views

Sharing

Should not be self-caring

Likes doesn’t worth the pretending 

Of being a look-a-like of a so called star

Overrated feelings that are real

Unreal ego masturbation of the endless happiness

Emptiness

Social Meditation

Social Media

Miseducation
Phone Vibrations
Unreal anxiety
Felt in the bones

Mediated social media
Supposedly called news
Human baits
Humans just a few

Falling

Falling as a leaf
To be one more shadow
One more color
On the already covered floor

Failing to be
Different from the other skeletons
And plant tones
That lies near me

Falling
Straight to the ground
With no wind effect
Decomposed compound

Pretending

Socialist
Dreams of fraternity
Socialist
Dreams of solidarity
Socialist
Words instead of weapons

Socialist blood in bourgeoisie
Full of belongings
And the money
Always commands me

Sharing nothing
But speaking that we should
And I would...
...i f it was not for the wounds of work
And the sweat of the hours

System that makes me believe
That the words are enough
And the fault is not mine

System that provides relieve
To the ones that are not in need

Words are not bullets
When everyone is speaking

Either you rally or rely
In the system that never ends
Either you lay or lie
To believe that you make a difference
In this system of many means but no ends

Troubles

Troubles comes to those who search
On the vast brain landscape
To those who remember details
And close the memory doors
To never escape
Torture kisses
Tear raindrops
Mots for sadness
Mount in the hours
Troubleshoot that never ends