Te mostró tu mamá las plegarias que rezan las plantas, celebrando la llegada del abrigo del verano? Te mostró las estrellas donde bailaron tus antepasados, te mostró el sol y las galaxias?
No puede haber Papá Noel si no hay un techo, y el techo es el infinito (no es azul, es su careta, no tiene color) Hubo una vez en la que gente como vos hablaba con los dioses, se convertían en vientos violentos, bailaban llamando a la lluvia o agradeciéndole a la luna, y vos hoy tan extrañado de tu propio universo, tan ajeno a lo que te rodea, tan falto de información...
la música es una puerta que puede transportarte a ese plano de diversión. Sólo somos chicos queriendo divertirse, somos solamente las mascotas de dios, nos mira con ternura o con odio, te habló alguna vez? trataste de escuchar?
tu nombre suena distinto, es etéreo.

in english it sounds better

can you believe the light and the sight? can you move forward in space and in time?
can you remember the day of your birth? the shining metal brave space?
what will you say if I ask you again, where were you the day before your embrion was made?
were you manufactured in parts from plastic bags and was your love mesured by a robot drag?
can you be sure of my existence?
I this how you'd figured your life? why?
aren't you sick of people that hurts, whouldn't you love to hug them in return?
would you give your life for a rat? you will some day, like it or not
wouldn't you like to be someone that's worth? then what are you waiting for?
can you manage the weight of her love? is she aware of what you are using her for?

is this day as infinit as it can?