Cheers to you, blue eyed eye opener

You said honesty mattered, then you mastered the disguise

Lookin’ me dead in the face while rehearsin’ all your lies

I was defendin’ your name in rooms you already burned

You were cashin’ out trust while I was hopin’ you’d learn

Funny how the truth leaks through the cracks in your tone

Every “I love you” sounded more like fear bein’ alone

I confused your dependency with some kind of devotion

Now I see you only loved me when I softened your emotions

You needed somebody solid when your world went dark

But you never had the courage just to look at your heart

Always blamin’ your past every time you got caught

Like pain was a pass for every line that you crossed

And I bought it for a minute, that’s the sick part

Tried to water dead roots, call decay art

Now I replay conversations and the mask slips clear

You weren’t misunderstood, you were just insincere

And it hurts ‘cause I believed you

Every cracked excuse and half-truth that you leaned to

I kept carryin’ us both ‘til my soul went numb

Now I see the kind of person you become

Weak love, weak spine, weak lies

Crocodile tears in your blue eyes

I was buildin’ somethin’ real while you played pretend

Now the silence sayin’ everything you never did

You wanted sympathy more than accountability

Wanted me to call your chaos vulnerability

There’s a difference between broken and afraid to grow

You wore damage like a crown just to avoid the work below

And I know people hurt people, trust me, I get it

But eventually your patterns become choices if you let it

You kept runnin’ from yourself and called it “needin’ space”

Then came back when nobody else could tolerate your ways

That ain’t love, that’s survival with a softer presentation

That’s manipulation wrapped in pretty conversation

You kept sayin’ “I’m trying,” but effort got a deadline

Funny how your healing only mattered on my time

And I ain’t innocent, nah, I got wounds too

But at least I never made my scars another excuse

There’s strength in admittin’ when the poison is yours

You kept sweepin’ broken glass underneath the floors

Now I see you clearer than I wanted to

A scared little kid inside an adult costume

Still runnin’ every time the mirror talks back

Still callin’ every bridge burned “another attack”

And I can’t save somebody addicted to escape

Especially when they mistake love for a safe place

And it hurts ‘cause I believed you

Every cracked excuse and half-truth that you leaned to

I kept carryin’ us both ‘til my soul went numb

Now I see the kind of person you become

Weak love, weak spine, weak lies

Crocodile tears in your blue eyes

I was buildin’ somethin’ real while you played pretend

Now the silence sayin’ everything you never did

I been catchin’ smoke by the river lights

While the last train screech through the midnight

Everybody wanna package pain

Turn your hunger into a stage name

Like another kid with a Strat too loud, yeah

First the praise and then the drought

Then your face all in the crowd

Then they laugh when you burn out

I ain’t signin’ up for that, nah

So fuck another clean persona

You can’t market what was born in the BA streets and corner stores, huh

I’m tryna sing like broken radios still workin’ through the static

Like Charly in the blackout, still makin’ magic

Maybe this was never meant for me

Still I breathe through every memory

If success means losin’ all the things that made me feel alive

Then what’s the point of winnin’?

Through my window, I see

The same old blocks with laundry on the wire

Same old dogs barkin’ at the tires

Think I gotta change the choir, yeah, yeah

I been movin’ slow, not robotic, uh

I don’t wanna die, nor be iconic, uh

I don’t need my face in monuments, no

Maybe I—hold up

Through my window, I see

Not a palace or a parliament, no

Just the only place that ever felt like home

If I drift away, can I still come home?

You anxious motherfucker

Scrollin’ every app for a verdict, motherfucker

Every night I sit awake thinkin’ how to stitch the holes in you

I know you tired, motherfucker

It’s hard to reach you

Still I try to

Still I forgive you

But why you hide inside that shell like an old bandoneón missin’ half its blues?

I tell you leave before the mold consume

Oh, you lil’ fool

Through my window, I see

The same old blocks with laundry on the wire

Same old dogs barkin’ at the tires

Think I gotta change the choir, yeah, yeah

I been movin’ slow, not robotic, uh

I don’t wanna die iconic, uh

I don’t need my face in monuments, no

Maybe I—hold up

Through my window, I see

Not a palace or a parliament, no

Just the only place that ever felt like home

If I drift away, can I still come home?

Keep your medals and applause, we grew up under leaky ceilings

Where the saints wear futbol jerseys and survival is religion

Got a few friends smell like gasoline and cheap Fernet

And we still gon’ laugh outside while the whole sky turnin’ red

That’s the life I wanna land in, but it don’t mean I won’t run

Seen too many local legends fade before they hit thirty-one

Everybody got a “could’ve been” tucked inside they tongue

Or another silent vice slowly eatin’ up they lungs, look

Now don’t confuse compassion with surrender, I know pressure

When the floor beneath your feet is weak, no roof can hold together

Funny how the people with the least still build the strongest spirit

While the ones with all the power only weaponize the fear in it

Me, I’m just translating all the feelings

Into something my people could believe in

Like Spinetta writing galaxies above the traffic noise

Or Cerati floating melodies through static for the boys

Lookin’ out the window

You ain’t really from around here, you new blood

Talk slick, get erased like old clubs

Still dancing with the prophecy

Everybody changing faces just to match the current policy

Couldn’t be me, couldn’t be mine

I come home to my girl like “how’d your day go this time?”

Took the poetry from Constitución train lines

Made it understandable

And they probably still hate mine, yeah

peón a b6

Te expliqué que hay sacrificios que se hacen por ventaja

que a veces perder una pieza salva todo lo que amás

pero vos veías derrota donde yo veía enseñanza

como quien abandona el juego antes de entender las reglas, te regalás

Yo hablaba de paciencia, de esperar el movimiento

vos querías jaque mate en los primeros diez momentos

como gente que acelera por miedo al aburrimiento

sin saber que las partidas grandes viven del suspenso

Nunca quisiste aprender por orgullo o por costumbre

decías “muchas reglas matan toda incertidumbre”

pero el caos sin dirección también destruye la cumbre

como barco sin timón celebrando su derrumbe

Vos moviendo la reina como si fuera inmortal

yo mirando cómo abrías todo el centro emocional

porque amar también implica defender lo esencial

y no exponer lo más valioso por impulso visceral

Te molestaba el silencio cuando yo analizaba

pero el ajedrez enseña que el apuro siempre habla

el que mueve por ansiedad muchas veces se regala

como quien grita en discusiones cuando el miedo lo desarma

Y yo cansado de explicar por qué el caballo hace curvas

cómo hay caminos indirectos que igual llegan a la altura

pero vos querías certezas inmediatas y absolutas

como gente que abandona los procesos por la euforia

Había belleza en tus errores, no voy a mentirte

esa torpeza transparente que tenía algo de libre

pero el juego se hace largo cuando nadie más compite

y enseñar sin interés lentamente te derrite

Porque no es lindo jugar contra alguien que no mira

que tira piezas por costado mientras el tablero gira

como hablarle de futuro a quien le asusta la rutina

o intentar construir puentes con quien romantiza ruinas

Vos confundías ser real con nunca pensar dos veces

yo aprendí que hasta el cariño necesita inteligencia

porque amar sin perspectiva deja heridas diferentes

como un rey mal protegido entre ataques permanentes

A veces creo que perdiste antes de empezar la ronda

no por falta de talento, solo miedo a la derrota

hay personas que prefieren incendiar todas las hojas

antes de aceptar que el tiempo también pule lo que toca

Y yo tampoco fui maestro, tuve errores evidentes

me obsesioné con controlar cada posible accidente

quise convertir el vínculo en partida inteligente

olvidando que en la vida nadie calcula la muerte

La última vez que jugamos ni tocaste las blancas

miraste el tablero fijo como quien mira una trampa

dijiste “siempre estás pensando mientras todo se desgasta”

y entendí que hay gente alérgica a vivir con la distancia

Porque algunos quieren fuego, otros buscan arquitectura

unos aman la tormenta, otros sostener la estructura

y no existe peor partida que forzar la misma ruta

cuando uno quiere raíces y el otro solo quiere la disputa

Jenga

Éramos Jenga sobre mesa de domingo en lo de tus viejos

bloques bien acomodados escondiendo los complejos

cada beso era madera sosteniendo los reflejos

pero el tiempo cobra caro y deja torcidos los espejos

Al principio yo te invito, birra fría y alquiler

dos adolescentes abrazándose pa’ no caer

Yo contando las monedas, vos queriendo enloquecer

como torre mal armada que no sabe dónde va a ceder

Y llegaron los ascensos, las reuniones y otra agenda

vos ganando como yo, yo ahorcado con la venda

cada compra era una pieza tambaleando la paciencia

porque el ego hace ruido aunque el amor haga presencia

Vos pagabas las salidas y yo el orgullo en silencio

yo ponía el combustible, vos el techo y el esfuerzo

la balanza mal llevada transforma abrazos en un juicio

como Jenga cuando un lado carga todo el edificio

Nos volvimos roommates tristes compartiendo el desayuno

hablando solo de cuentas y del precio del consumo

la heladera llena, sí, pero vacíos uno a uno

como torre que por fuera sigue firme frente al mundo

Tus amigas diciendo “dejalo, vos podés sola”

mis amigos “si ella cambia, hermano, la relación mejora”

todos metiendo la mano como jugadores ahora

pero nadie junta piezas cuando la estructura desmorona

Y vos gastando de más solo pa’ sentirte suficiente

zapatillas, cenas caras, aparentando ser fuerte

Yo mirando los extractos con los ojos de gerente

mientras el amor perdía contra números corrientes

La rutina fue humedad doblando las esquinas

vos dormida con la tele, yo fumando en la cocina

cada discusión pequeña removiendo otra tablita

hasta el gato se escondía cuando el silencio aparecía 

Éramos expertos mintiendo “todo bien” en las visitas

pero el piso ya crujía bajo todas las sonrisas

como familias que cenan mientras sangran las heridas

sosteniendo tradiciones pa’ evitar despedidas

Y el problema del Jenga nunca fue sacar la pieza

es creer que el movimiento no sacude lo que queda

cada acto individual tiene una fractura secreta

todo “yo” mal administrado hace caer la careta

Vos querías vacaciones, yo pagarle a mis viejos

Vos soñando independencias, yo soñando hijos lejos

tironeando de los bloques pa’ cumplir deseos viejos

sin notar que entre los dos demolíamos el techo

La última noche fue simple, ni portazos ni teatro

solo dos desconocidos compartiendo el mismo cuarto

vos doblando tus remeras, yo mirando el calendario

como obreros que abandonan un edificio incendiado

Y entendí viendo la mesa vacía después del ruido

que en el Jenga de la vida nadie gana lo perdido

porque aun quien tira el bloque y sale ileso del partido

queda solo entre pedazos de algo que había construido

Ahora paso por tu calle como quien evita ruinas

veo parejas discutiendo por trabajo y gasolina

y recuerdo que el amor no se destruye de un día

se desgasta pieza a pieza con pequeñas cobardías

concrete bloom 3

Street lights dead, now the sunrise look hostile

Jaw tight, fist balled, still mad spiral

Ash on the sink, paint drops on the gray tee

Broke mirrors last night, now the shards wanna fight me.

G minor in the rearview, grief still in rotation

Switched keys but the lock still rage-shaken

Had to bury old me in the backyard dirt

Funny thing is, I still feel him under my shirt

Street sweeper cleaning where the glass got shattered

New block, same scars, none of that mattered

Burned bridges for heat — that’s revenge and survival

Also how I learned who was gasoline vital

Concrete bloom where the shell case landed

Hope grow weird when your whole past damaged

Said “it left marks” — bullet holes, love bites, and memories

Now every scar on me got a separate energy

Fast cash, fast fists, slow recovery

Hate taste sweet when the pain is not a luxury

Penthouse view with a war in the lobby

Champagne pop sound like somebody got bodied

Window reflection look ready to swing back

Ghost in the glass saying “you still think that?”

I moved weight — yeah pain, plates, and product

Still throw blows at the wall when I’m honest

New day rising but the sky look bruised still

Sunlight hit me like a cop at a room fill

Half my old friends either dead or lost their minds 

Other half switched sides when the bui'ness closed blinds

Hot soul, cold sweats, dark humor coping

Carry rage tucked like a blade when I'm smoking

Had to cut dead weight — now the whole team lighter

Funny how loss turn a broke boy fighter

Blue Hour gone but the night still breathing

Anger in my chest got the ribs cave-creaking

Morning came clean but my hands still tired

Rebuilt myself colder but with a soul on fire

concrete bloom 2

Yeah, the blue light's gone, the sun hit the bricks,

Woke up with the city, no more magic tricks.

Coffee in the cup, smoke rising to the sky,

Watched the night fade right in front of my eye.

G minor in the rear view, major key today,

Pushed the heavy clouds and the static all away.

The street sweepers cleaning up the mess we left behind,

Got a fresh slate, new rhythm in my mind.

Concrete bloom, yeah, a flower in the crack,

Step into the light, ain't no looking back.

We survived the lobby, we survived the screen,

Now we moving forward in this life's routine

Yeah. The Blue Hour is over.

Welcome to the morning

Yeah, blue light gone, now the sunrise hit hard

Slept two hours with the TV still on

Ash on the hoodie, coffee gone cold

Still got a little bit of hate in my soul

Window half cracked, hear the buses outside

City waking up while I'm dead in the eyes

Last night felt like fistfights and sirens

This morning feel quiet but the rage still hiding

G minor in the rearview, switch lanes

Whole life went left but I still maintained

Had to let the wreck burn out on its own

Now the smoke clear slow while I drive back home

Street sweep clean where we broke ourselves down

Same old blocks but they different right now

Concrete bloom where the rainwater drip

Came up from the mud with a pain-made grip

I don't want revenge, I want peace and distance

But part of me still want names and vengeance

Still replay conversations in my head

Still got ghosts in the hall by the bed

New day, same scars, fresh air though

Heart still heavy but the head move careful

Sun hit gold on the side of the train

Felt good for a second then I thought of the pain

We survived the silence, survived bad habits

Survived fake love and the self-made damage

Now the city's alive and the sky turn orange

But the anger still live somewhere deep in the storage

Fast walk, headphones, downtown morning

Half healed, half numb, still transforming

Used to want the world just to prove I existed

Now I just want calm when the room get twisted

Blue Hour gone, now the day move clearer

Finally recognize my face in the mirror

Still got war in me, still got scars to discover

But I made it through the night, now the morning recover

Yeah

The Blue Hour over

Welcome to the morning

But don't act like the night ain't still inside me