I stayed on the ground and wished for something smaller.
Side A: the song. Side B: my answer.
QUISIERA
(in dialogue with Canserbero’s «Quisiera»)
I wish I didn’t see them burned or sold
It’s hard to say it,
imagine feeling it.
I don’t wear a grieving face,
despite the harm I’ve dealt myself.
Being undercover costs you dearly,
living frustrated costs you dearly.
Or living depressed like the West,
north to south, east or east,
senseless everywhere,
mediocre and resentful.
This grows and grows with interest,
but you don’t grow by talking bullshit.
Maybe I speak with double meaning and don’t notice.
Because when I scored, I always nailed it,
when I saw the score, I knew it was over.
I spoke to myself, re-felt,
that’s how the senses expand.
— ₿ROCK CASTELLANOS · Bitcoin Embassy SV
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