biblioratos

Libros y cuentos y paredes llenas de escrituras

Que son duras que maduran que madrugan con las emociones

De sentír que te pego en las canciones

Que el ritmo es como un bajo que te lleva de la mano

A trasmano de las cosas

local mover

Left some weight in Ushuaia, watched the cold erase the pressure

Found a little sun in Rio, learned that healing takes forever

Buenos Aires made me sharper, every loss became a lecture

But Córdoba taught me patience, chasing peace instead of pleasure

I've been changing provinces, crossing borders in my head

Some days feel like Patagonia, some like beaches up in Recife instead

If life a map then every city got a climate for your lessons

I've been learning how to travel light and leave behind resentment

Used to feel like La Matanza, carrying the world on shoulders

Every year another burden, every winter getting colder

Then I passed through Bariloche, saw reflections in the lakes

Learned the clearest view appears when all the noise finally breaks

Rosario taught me movement, nothing good stays standing still

You can love a place forever and still know it's time to build

Mar del Plata in the autumn, empty beaches, quiet nights

Had me thinking every ending got a different kind of light

São Paulo moved so quickly, everybody chasing status

Made me question if ambition only leaves your spirit calloused

Then I found Florianópolis, ocean breeze and slower days

Realized peace ain't something bought, it's something that you make

Mendoza vineyards showed me growth is measured over years

Good things need a little pressure, sunlight, patience and some tears

I left old versions in Salta, let the mountain winds decide

What was worth continuing and what was better left behind

Every road got different weather, every season got its cost

Some cities made me warmer, some reminded me what's lost

But the farther that I traveled, the more clearly I could see

The place I needed most to find was somewhere inside me

Recife felt like sunlight after months of cloudy thinking

Every wave another reason not to focus on the sinking

Curitiba taught me structure when my life was out of line

Sometimes freedom means creating things that help your future shine

I got memories in Tigre floating slowly with the tide

Conversations that I thought would always somehow survive

Puerto Iguazú waterfalls, loud enough to drown regret

Funny how the biggest power comes from learning to accept

Bahía nights were warmer than the people I once knew

Made me realize some hearts stay cold no matter what you do

Patagonia winters had me staring at the empty land

Learning loneliness and solitude are things to understand

Now my soul like Rio Grande, always moving toward the sea

Carrying every chapter but not letting it carry me

Back in Buenos Aires, different person than before

Same streets, same sky above me, but I don't feel trapped no more

Left some weight in Ushuaia, watched the cold erase the pressure

Found a little sun in Rio, learned that healing takes forever

Buenos Aires made me sharper, every loss became a lecture

But Córdoba taught me patience, chasing peace instead of pleasure

I've been changing provinces, crossing borders in my head

Some days feel like Patagonia, some like beaches up in Recife instead

If life a map then every city got a climate for your lessons

I've been learning how to travel light and leave behind resentment

GlobeTrotting

I left my heart in Hawaii, let the ocean smooth the edges

Found some peace in Colorado, higher thoughts above the ledges

New York made me colder, everybody moving restless

But Savannah taught me slow down, every second got a message

I been changing states of mind, crossing lines I couldn't measure

Some days feel like Minnesota, some like summer in September

If life a map then every city got a lesson in the weather

I been learning how to travel light and carry pain together

Used to live in Detroit, building engines out of damage

Every conversation breaking down, nobody could manage

Then I drove through Phoenix, watched the old skin disappear

Funny how the desert make you face everything you fear

Chicago wind hit different when your confidence is thin

Every doubt can sound like gospel if you always listening

Found myself in Portland where the rain don't feel depressing

Sometimes clouds just mean the earth preparing for a blessing

Brooklyn taught me hustle but it couldn't teach me rest

Everybody climbing ladders while ignoring what they felt

Took a train through Nashville, heard some stories in the bars

Everybody got a heartbreak hidden underneath the stars

Miami felt electric, all the colors looked alive

But I learned that bright lights ain't the reason people shine

San Diego sunsets had me staring at the coast

Thinking growth ain't what you gain, it's what you finally let go

I don't need a destination, just enough road to move

Some cities took my comfort, some cities gave me truth

Every mile left a version of me somewhere in the rear

Now I'm warmer than I was when I first arrived here

Seattle skies were heavy but they taught me how to heal

You can still keep moving forward even when the gray is real

Vegas showed me chances, how the odds can rearrange

But gambling on people leave a different kind of pain

Boston had me studying the patterns of my flaws

Trying to understand the reasons behind every loss

Memphis gave me rhythm, taught me suffering got soul

Sometimes scars become the map that finally gets you home

Tennessee backroads, windows down, no destination

Realized every setback wasn't some divine punishment

Alaska in the winter, that's the coldest I have been

Not the weather, just the feeling I was carrying within

Then I found California, not the dream they always sell

Just a place where I accepted every version of myself

Now my heart like New Orleans, still got bruises, still got blues

But the music keeps on playing, got too much life left to lose

I left my heart in Hawaii, let the ocean smooth the edges

Found some peace in Colorado, higher thoughts above the ledges

New York made me colder, everybody moving restless

But Savannah taught me slow down, every second got a message

I been changing states of mind, crossing lines I couldn't measure

Some days feel like Minnesota, some like summer in September

If life a map then every city got a lesson in the weather

I been learning how to travel light and carry pain together

KsFu

I used to think the story ended when somebody leaves

Now I see some people only stay as long as they need

I was carrying expectations that were bigger than us

Trying to build a future out of feelings and trust

You said things that sounded good, I believed every word

Looking back, all the signs were there, I just wasn't concerned

I was focused on potential, what we could become

Sometimes that's the same thing as staring straight at the sun

You were searching for direction, I was searching for peace

Both hoping the other person would provide the missing piece

That's a lot of pressure for a heart already confused

A lot of weight for somebody still tying their own shoes

I don't think you meant harm every time that you lied

I think you got scared whenever truth got too hard to hide

And that's human, I get it, I got flaws too

I've said things from a place that wasn't fully truthful

But eventually I learned every excuse got a cost

And sometimes the biggest lesson comes from taking a loss

So I stopped asking questions that already had answers

Stopped dancing with ghosts, stopped romanticizing disasters

It's all good now, I finally let go

Stopped trying to force flowers where the roots wouldn't grow

Wish you well on your road, got my own to pave

Some people teach love, some people teach change

It's all good now, I don't carry that weight

What's meant for me won't need convincing to stay

And every closed door made room for something new

So I'm thankful for the lesson and I'm thankful for you

Been taking longer walks with my phone on mute

Learning how to enjoy all the silence I used to rebuke

Funny how the peace shows up when you stop chasing noise

When you stop needing validation just to feel some joy

I been calling old friends, checking in with my folks

Laughing more, sleeping better, finding balance in growth

Got a notebook full of thoughts I don't send anymore

Turns out every feeling doesn't need a war

You were holding onto comfort, I was holding onto hope

Both trying to climb mountains with a fraying rope

Nobody was the villain, nobody was the prize

Just two people looking at life through different eyes

I used to think letting go meant forgetting your name

Now I know it's remembering without carrying pain

It's seeing old pictures and not feeling destroyed

It's hearing your song and still enjoying the noise

It's wishing somebody well even when they moved on

Knowing love can be real even when it's gone

Knowing chapters can end without making them failures

Knowing healing gets closer every day that you face it

And maybe we were never meant to last forever

Maybe we were just a season learning different weather

You taught me what I needed, I hope I did the same

No resentment in my heart, no bitterness remains

I don't need an apology to finally feel free

I don't need closure from you, I can give that to me

That's the part nobody tells you when you're in the storm

The peace you're looking for is something you can form

Nowadays I'm planting seeds I probably won't see bloom

Trusting timing more than panic, giving growth some room

Taking care of my spirit like I take care of my craft

Trying to be more present, trying to slow down the path

Some mornings still hit different, I won't lie about that

Certain memories sneak up while I'm counting blessings back

But they don't own me anymore, they just visit and leave

Like clouds crossing over skies that still got room to breathe

And if I ever see you somewhere years down the line

I hope life gave you clarity, I hope life treated you kind

I hope you found the courage that you struggled to find

I hope you made some peace with all the things on your mind

As for me, I'm doing good, got a lot on my plate

Building something solid now, not rushing the fate

Learning every ending got a purpose in view

Because letting go of you helped me get closer to me

It's all good now, I finally let go

Stopped trying to force flowers where the roots wouldn't grow

Wish you well on your road, got my own to pave

Some people teach love, some people teach change

It's all good now, I don't carry that weight

What's meant for me won't need convincing to stay

And every closed door made room for something new

So I'm thankful for the lesson and I'm thankful for you

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

concrete bloom 1

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.

Reminisce

While the Bard tends the wounds

The bartender pours a drink

IPA got me “In-PAin” again

Heart locked in a cage I made

IPA, I-Pain, sip slow in the dark

Bard with the bars, big scars on the heart

Build high, break down, stay when it gets too hard

IPA in my veins, young Bard in the park

IPA, cold glass, smoke clouds in the yard

Bard sings blues while the world fall apart

Built mine just to burn every brick that I carved

IPA nights, all pain for the Bard

Bard with the bars in the back booth

Sad songs, black hoodie, cracked tooth

IPA in the pint glass, past due

Bad moods, half-truths, black boots

Static on the tv

Static on the walls

Ecstatic for what I feel

Optimistic on your fall

But I know dog you shouldn't blame it all on the call or the misses of these words

They are here to fill the voids that you created with your swords.

But not because you're leaving my soul got punched a hole,

It's the things you took away with you

That kinda make me want to lose control

As a whole, as a man, as a nothing-with-ideas

That the drama splinters like crackling fire on your freezing fears

The ordeals, or the noise of my mind just switching gears

Like a tank or a leopard you won't get to see me near

But the booms and the baps will constantly remind you

That the raps and this trap is all I had to do

And if you had a question

I'm not sure of the response

Would you take this piece of silence 

Or would you rather have me suppose

That I can fit any truth into any of these flows

Or that the words we're always saying

Can never really add up to what we disclose

And this closing of the markets is

Just a few minutes away

Or whenever you think that 

There's something else to say 

I can shut them doors be tranquil

"This was just another day"

But the shit you got all on you 

make you wanna come correct, 

bitch I'm talking you're just waiting 

for me to make the bed in which you slept

Don't you worry anymore tho

This life can go and come

I can hide out in the lo lo

You can kick it with the drum 

Or the snares 

in a way 

that make you feel 

like you had Rhum, 

Acting dumb - oh so innocent -

always being on the run.

Drop the cinder on my ego

Behaved that way since the start 

I say come you say go 

Shit, just let it fall apart.

concrete rumble

Step out the frame, the door clicks behind me,

Leaving the screen where the shadows used to find me.

Cold air hits like a palm to the face,

Now I’m just a ghost in a neon-lit space.

Walking the rhythm of a 92 beat,

Counting the cracks in the skin of the street.

The city is a lung and I’m catching the breath,

Somewhere between a new life and a death.

Cabs that glide like sharks in the dark,

Flicker of a light in a desolate park.

I’m a neon ghost, but I’m finally moving,

Nothing to win and there’s nothing left for proving.

Neon ghost, floating through the haze,

Caught in the middle of a concrete maze.

The light is red but I’m moving away,

Another shadow tryna find the break of day.

Gymnopedie No3

julio en el norte y la Panamericana está muerta

smoke from my mouth, another night alerta

another sleepless night

your street in Acassuso still lives in my chest

those jacaranda bones stripped bare, no rest

the country club lights bleed through the pine

somebody else's party, somebody's wine

I used to know which gate code let me in

now I'm outside every wall I've ever been

the train still runs at six, the platform's cold

Mitre line carrying stories getting old

the Mitre commuter rail line

same bench in San Isidro where we sat

cathedral in the fog — you can't go back

I order submarino sipping slow alone

the bar on Libertador feels less like home

the delta water's dark and don't reflect stars

Tigre taught me rivers carry mud and scars

humo en Mayo, corazón partido

replaying your face like a film I can't quit

the piano falls soft like the first winter rain

zona norte taught me how to live with pain

your sweater still folded on the edge of the bed

haven't moved it — some quiet war in my head

between erasing and holding what remains

grief is just love with nowhere left to drain

found an old photo tucked behind the mirror

Campana in summer, you laughing, and it's clearer

than anything I got in the present tense

memory's sharper when it don't make no fucking sense

the asado smoke from the neighbor's yard

smells like every sunday that we let our guard

down — wine on the deck, the eucalyptus cold

zona norte suburbs got their own kind of old

not cobblestones — it's driveways and white gates

loneliness dressed up in manicured estates

step out to the garden, let the frost take me

step out to the garden

exhale everything you were — the smoke remake me

maybe you were always just the winter —

something beautiful that enters and splinters

the smoke disappears but the cold stays on

the Pana keeps running long after you're gone

Gymnopedie No2

step outside, let the cold do its thing

lighter clicks, that small familiar sting

breath and smoke, can't tell 'em apart no more

winter got a way of settling the score

street lights bleed through the frosted glass

every face I knew feels like a photograph

faded at the edges, overexposed

memories like embers — warm until they're cold

the city hums low underneath the frost

I keep walking like I'm searching for what's lost

coat pulled tight against the hollow wind

revisiting every place that I have been

the corner store still got the same damn light

fluorescent buzz, same cold, same night

I exhale slow and watch it fade to grey

some things leave a shape before they drift away

smoke rising slow in the december air

replaying scenes like I could still be there

the piano keeps falling like the first snow falls

I'm just a ghost between these four walls

old voicemails I never had the heart to clear

I press play just to keep the voice somewhere near

the static hiss is almost like a room

where everyone I lost is still in bloom

trace the crack along the kitchen wall

remember painting that the summer y'all

laughed until the sun was barely there

now I carry it all in the winter air

pull the blanket of the past around my shoulders

every winter makes the distance feel colder

old mixtape crackling through a blown-out speaker

the melody's the same but the feeling's weaker

or maybe I just know too much now

grown enough to see the seams and the rough

still I rewind it, still I press play

chasing the warmth of a long-gone day

maybe memory's just smoke —

it takes a shape, then lets you go

dissipates but leaves the scent behind

that's the only kind of peace I find

Gymnopedie No1

exhale slow, watch it dissolve in the cold

some things leave a shape before they go

step outside, let the cold do its thing

lighter clicks, a small familiar sting

breath and smoke, can't tell 'em apart no more

winter got a way of keeping score

the street lights bleed through the frosted glass

Every face I knew feels like a photograph

faded at the edges, overexposed

memories like embers — warm until they're cold

smoke rising slow in the december air

replaying scenes like I could still be there

the piano keeps falling like the first snow falls

I'm just a ghost between these four walls

old voicemails I never had the heart to hear

I press play just to keep the voice somewhere near

the static hiss feels almost like a room

where everyone I lost is still in bloom

I trace the crack along the kitchen wall

remember that painting in the summer y'all

laughed until the sun was barely there —

now I carry it all in the winter air

smoke rising slow in the december air

replaying scenes like I could still be there

the piano keeps falling like the first snow falls

I'm just a ghost between these four walls

maybe memory's just smoke —

it takes a shape, then lets you go

dissipates but leaves the scent behind

that's the only kind of peace I find

contando frases

Late night vinyl with the window cracked open

City lights flicker while the whole block smokin’

Heartbreak floatin’ in the bassline motion

Still dance slow like the pain stay golden

She said “don’t leave,” but the cab kept rollin’

Half truth texts got the screen light glowin’

I laugh loud just to hide what’s broken

Soul got scars but the chain still frozen

Old school drums with the mellow progression

Mama said pride turn love to a weapon

I was outside learnin’ life through tension

Now every bar sound deep like confessions

Ash on the denim, jazz in the speakers

Lost a few friends to the chase for sneakers

Dreams get sold when the rent due cheaper

Everybody gang ‘til the room get quieter

Neon reflections all over the puddles

We was young kids makin’ kings outta struggles

Cheap champagne, still toastin’ accomplishments

Sad eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses

She move smooth with a disco elegance

Gold hoops swing with the beat and resonance

I write pain but the cadence heaven-sent

Broke boys prayin’ one hit bring relevance

Missed calls stack while I’m chasin’ deadlines

Tryna make art that survive through hard times

Grandpa told me every star got dark sides

So I keep soul in the bars and the punchlines

Rain on the rooftop matched the percussion

Love turned cold from the lack of discussion

Now my whole crew got trust interruption

Still we toast to the nights we had nothin’

Low rider dreams with the tape deck humming

Hustlers outside hear the train tracks drummin’

I seen fake love turn real when the funds in

Then disappear when the champagne done with

But I still ride through the city with passion

Old wounds stitched into lyrical fashion

Slow groove bounce while the heartbreak flashing

“Oh honey” vibes with a soul rap adaptation

Continuando el derroche 

El empaste de anoche

La crítica más sublime

La dejaste en el porche

De mentiras bien contadas o de cuentos bien mentidos 

en la vida del embrollo que solo sabe de tirar sus tiros

En las sombras de las tardes

Que tarde sabe sobre sombras

De pelos en el sweater y que pidan otra ronda

De momentos de bebidas y también de ese vicio

Obligado a escribir entre todas las mentiras

Esperando que sea esta frase 

La que me muestre la cima

Encima 

me quejo, 

mirando a la nada

Buscando entre silencios las palabras mal habladas

Encontrando las promesas todas rotas en el baño 

Como otro adolescente que se pasa por el año 

El paño o el apaño en la vida del desgano

Solo va y decide pero sin contemplar el daño 

El desgano en la mentira del querer un buen vivir

El querer en la mentira de solo verte sonreír 

Pienso, como la cabeza a la que le faltan tuercas

La sonrisa va tapada por palabras siempre huecas

Que los huecos de palabras no rellenen la pared

Ni las palabras en los huecos solo nos generen sed

De conectar, de entender, quizás planear algún futuro

Donde tu ego y tu avaricia no construyan ese muro

Es duro, parece, pero eso ya lo sé 

Llevo años viendo como se arma ese almacén 

De palabras, sin actos, ladrillo hueco y cartón

3 paredes con un vidrio 

En la entrada un chapon

Los agnósticos hoy se juntan

Y se ríen de la vida

Mientras trabo con la llave 

Nuestra última mentira 

otro atardecer v2

Se acabó el teatro, bajate la facha, no queda una gota de esa 'esencia' barata.

Tu farsa cotiza en Villa de Mayo, mientras mi bronca explota y te pasa por encima.

Corriste la cortina, se ve el telar, las costuras podridas que no pudiste ocultar.

Polvorines te queda grande, 'che', gil, tu careta de seda se quema en el asfalto.

No me hables de 'tiempos', ni de 'lo que fue', porque lo que fue, fue un verso que te salió mal.

Me devolviste un fantasma, una sombra con deudas, y la campera esa que todavía apesta a mentira.

Rajá de acá, forro, que el barrio no olvida, que el jazz se pudrió y la nota está vencida.

Bajate la facha! Se quemó el telón!

En el conurbano no hay lugar para tu ficción.

Rajá, forro! (Ya!) Que la bronca es real,

Tu 'skyline' de cartón se cae a pedazos al final.

Skyline sin facha, solo queda la mugre,

Y un silencio de fierro que nadie te cubre.

¿Te pensás que no vi el juego? ¿El doble discurso en el pasillo?

Mientras yo ponía el pecho, vos afilabas el cuchillo.

Villa de Mayo no es un set de filmación, es el barro que te escupe si vendés humo, 'pelotudo'.

La 'facha' no se compra con likes ni con ropa, se gana bancando la que no se ve, la que agota.

Ahora el cielo es gris, pero no por la lluvia, es por tu mugre que se pega y me fastidia.

No vuelvas por la campera, quemala si querés, que el olor a pasado me da arcadas en la sien.

Flickerin' street light, 

standin' where the asphalt's split,

Another lie you told me,

And I ain't losin' sleep for it.

Cold heart in the concrete jungle, 

learned the lesson quick.

Your "perfect" smile was just a script, 

and I’m sick of it.

Still got your scent on the hoodie that I’m gonna burn,

Consider this the closure that you didn't think I’d earn.

This city’s grey now, the skyline’s lost its glow,

I’m cutting every string, baby, watch me let it go.

THIS AIN'T NO LOVE SONG, IT'S A WARNING SHOT,

YOU'RE JUST A SHADOW IN AN ABANDONED LOT.

I'M BURNING BRIDGES, LET THE BROKEN GLASS REFLECT,

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, PAY MY LAST RESPECTS.

You thought you were a star, but you’re just a cheap effect,

Another fake connection that I’m happy to disconnect.

Don’t talk about the times, don’t talk about the "us,"

I’m sweepin’ up the remains, turning memories to dust.

You’re out here chasin’ clout while I’m out here chasin’ peace,

Finally found the exit, finally found the release.

So keep the acting up, I hope you like the show,

But there’s no encore here, I think it’s time for you to go.

THIS AIN'T NO LOVE SONG, IT'S A WARNING SHOT,

YOU'RE JUST A SHADOW IN AN ABANDONED LOT.

I'M BURNING BRIDGES, LET THE BROKEN GLASS REFLECT,

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, PAYING MY LAST RESPECTS.

You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks

Call it caught between a rock and a hard place

Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace

'Cause you're watching your heart race like you're Scarface

In a car chase with the cops or an arcade

Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race, stuck in saw blades

At a stop and a start pace

Life had me living just to pay them bills

Saving pennies tryna make some dreams 

Come true, like you wanted to, 

Pursuing stability is all I ever do.

Yet your bullshit seems

To be all over my news-

Feed my thoughts on dumb shit 

You always talk about

Now I can see a whole new moon

Tonight I'm dancing with the blues 

And the Reds outta anger from dealing with 

Cigarette daydreams and your ever constant nagging

But I won't lie though,

I'm glad you became who you are, 

bitches don't have space in this soul

That's freed from this prison bar

Imma drink and sip and smoke

Imma try and find a way to poke 

Out of this womb you boxed me in

Chasing that motherfucking day dream

Of whether are you fixable or can I fix you

If there's any issue just go flex 

And grab a tissue

Don't mean to be a grunt but if you get the cold

Then don't you ever grow old

Don't find reasons rhymes or ideas to make it make sense

Like an analog clock that's always in past tense

Get .

Clocked.

madrugadas por la tierra

Se despiertan las lombrices y los sueños

Antes que el sol y los pájaros 

Los gatos duermen siestas mudas,

El viento no recuerda como reír

Me dijeron que te tenía que escribir

Cada tanto para no morirme

Cada tanto para no matarte

Te extrañé, cenicero.

Y si la tristeza 

No es más

Que inspiración 

Para lo que viene

Y si lo que viene

 No es la 

Tristeza de

La inspiración 

Ya no sé

Ya no sabés 

Ya perdiste el rumbo

mancha

Si es la que toca,

O es la que no 

Soltamos la mano como el que no sabe querer(se)

Hiding you inside the moonlight 

Craving things are gonna be alright 

Questioning things like what do we love 

No otra vez

Día 1

Sonrisas, claveles, veredas y paseos.

Los sueños jóvenes descubriendo libertad.

Los jóvenes libres soñando descubrir

Las sonrisas como cómplices de un camino a la par y los ojos que solo saben ver lo bueno del mar.

Día 2

Es hartazgo y cansancio de no poder cambiar

No lo bueno ni lo feo ni lo que te hace mal.

Pasar de no saber queriendo a no querer saber 

Y de descubrir que las sonrisas son cómplices del sueño.

Si el sueño se despierta, la juventud se va.

Si se va, quedamos solos?

Sentimientos adolescentes de saber y no poder,

O de odiar después de tanto querer.

Querer bienestar y sonrisas, buen karma en tu camino,

Solo pido que no se cruce con el mío.

No otra vez

Cualquier nombre (vos no digas Nada) dice:

23:33:56

es lo q yo opino

23:34:18

si podes en algun momento chequea las fotografias de

Walker Evans

23:34:32

Robert Frank

23:34:43

y Carrier-Bresson

23:35:06

pero sobretodo Evans y Frank

Consuelos en Concierto

Tantas cosas guardadas en un pecho que no sabe soltar, es lo mismo que ese mate lavado el cual no dejas de cebar.

Te encontraste pensando que no era suficiente y yo me encontré con que nada iba a cambiar. 

Tomaste una decisión por ambos que nadie se animaba y aún así nadie dijo gracias. Como esas mesas de bodegón que vimos pasar.

Me gustaría poder decirte todo lo bueno que viene cuando hay un adiós. Me gustaría poder llorar una vez más. Me gustaría volver en el tiempo y decirme "no te animés, va a salir mal".

Pero me miro en espejos rotos y entre cajas a medio desarmar y solo quiero gritar. Quiero decirte todo lo que se instaló en este pecho y te robó el lugar. Quiero admitir las derrotas y poder empezar a avanzar. Quiero que mis otros lados te puedan perdonar o que se acostumbren al vacío de tus mambos.

Quiero quiero quiero pero querer no es suficiente, quizás en eso me ayudaste a entender que donde te vi por primera vez no iba a ser la última. Que las promesas hechas no estuvieron a la altura de nuestros cálculos emocionales.

Un bizarro que no siente, y una ecuación que no sabe sumar. Un cerebro que está cansado y un alma que no se puede encontrar.

Un cuaderno lleno de notas, vómitos momentáneos de la realidad. Una promesa que no cumpliste, que era la de no dejar de amar.

Una bronca en el pecho que se sienta a las 8am y no deja respirar. Una caricia con las uñas que solo puede lastimar.

Un verte instantáneo y ver todo lo que enamoró,

Un parpadeo rápido y saber que se perdió

entre "quizás", "deberíamos" y "podríamos hacer", pero nunca pudiendo contener.

No las lágrimas ni los sueños de unos viejos yo 

pugilista verbal

La velocidad con la que estos dedos escupen 

Y el terror de que acierta en cada jab

Nunca justo para el alma y la boca que quiere hablar 

Nunca fácil desnudar las manos y sacarse los guantes cuando suena el ring, una vida deshecha y un trauma generacional de golpear donde duele porque así no te pueden tocar.

Un esfuerzo sobrehumano de querer ser un centro de gravedad o una cinta que contenga lo que va a venir, pero con piernas cansadas de caminar 

catarsis

Desempolvar los cuadernos para volverte a hablar.

Pensar que el otro debería ser yo .

Pensar que leerme es que me leas y sentir que nada tiene solución.

Gritarte y darme por vencido no debería tener más lógica que colgar la ropa cuando llueve.

Pero con el clima así, queda otra?

es/tr(u)en/dos

Lo críptico y analítico

en el mundo metafísico 

en las letras del olvido 

y me olvido de quién fui.

Fui queriendo 

fui tomando 

fui arreglando 

todo en mi.

Aunque digas que no sirve 

que casi nunca es suficiente 

Aunque sea lo intentamos

Que aunque sea yo te vi

Que la vida pase rápido

Que se ajuste de repente

Que se caiga hacia el fin

Que los andenes 

y los truenos

 y los dos 

estemos ahi

Será suficiente?

Reencuentro

Encontrarte tirado entre historias 

Recordar los motivos de tu arranque

Descubrir que los faltantes

Siempre estuvieron de sobra

Enojarse o no quererlo 

Es solo un paso más en el camino

De entender (lo que cuesta)

(Darnos cuenta) que no somos nada.

El resorte emocional de estar bien

Y que no sea suficiente 

O estar mal 

Y no querer tenerlo

Los años invertidos en convencerme

De que solo tenía que cambiar

Los cambios que me convencieron

Fueron invertir los años