Crossed over the tram line
and bumped into new,
the tram line crossed over
and I found a few,
figures that sheltered
all over the view.
There’s something that tells me
what I gotta do,
not staring at them,
but searching, pursue
the last standing woman
I ever knew.
Indeed,
to go on
like typing tattoo
with all that it feels
and unleash the untrue,
witch is my to-do;
so, here’s a story
within its debut.
"On the stairs of raggedness
the happening does
keep saying it hurts."
So why the hell waite?
Of what kind of fate?
U wanna create
your own state
midnight at eight?
Oh common!
It's not to hate
to have your debate,
don’t need to translate
what' s in relate
so,
forget the straight!
And my mind goes fair,
it makes me declare
and
to share
my being so rare
with u all out there:
it is a hate
to dominate,
to discriminate
people like u,
people like us!
so, hold on a minute
we do have to discuss
and spread love untold,
without being controlled.
Keep going on that
and don’t let get caught!
U wanna be me?
I wanna be u,
we both gonna shine,
who else is divine?
2.
My last station with you
was that one we've had,
that place we've known
from where I went ahead.
I bounded with earth,
through ashes and mud,
I doudt that you can hold
me deep in a spot.
`Cause my thought was that,
keep holding to you
as much as I can,
till it put me through,
pain that I've left
unfortunatly too.
So I'm gone from now on,
please remember my love,
sweet mine, my all beloved.
3.
Mud with mud despite all odds,
climbs on me and give birth spots,
penetrating in my chest,
ocupying my whole breast.
Turning me into the one,
fully almost and undone.
Breaking chains,
that had handcuffed,
me,
my being overstuffed.
So,
belovely Mother God,
therefore please guard what I've got:
me, my mud and my new shore,
which I step with my feet all
and become what I adore.
4.
Cross borders means u
let yourself go
into
new form of trans-
going beyound
leaving that world
way unbound.
Pass over your roots
and borrow new ones,
means accepting
those boots from barely someone,
u`ve known in your way
migrating his land,
not knowing what comes,
but reach out for a hand.
5.
Cruzar la frontera,
de alguna manera
me da el impulso
querer no volver.
Asimilando el aire,
pisando la tierra,
tocando el barro
que todo lo debe
saber.
6.
Meanwhile the transgresion
is part of myself,
nothing can't stop me
to unleash what I've held:
belonging
desire
uncrushed "overbeing"
may it begin the process
of my beneficial healing!