Superamatutes (música: desde el oeste)

Night has fallen in the city, with my body in solitude, walking through the westside neighborhoods. The insomnia of a love, with its future of illusion, revived a young man who was civilly dead. People have already gone, sleeping next to the TV. The digestive fire is their God. It's their God.

Cats and dogs are looking for light, dogs for darkness, sensed by anxiety driven by instinct. Elemental rubbish, intoxicated by passion, feel fear at seeing me far from their fog.

And solitude invites us to escape, through the great door of today's world. Where nobody sees, and few fear losing the thread of their idiotic commotion. Avoiding the fear of fictional fiction, the city has melted in my head. Everything is darkness, someone is approaching me, I can't see if it's an evangelist or a cop.

I'm searching to understand, but it won't let me see through its bureaucratic history. Where nobody sees, and few fear losing the thread of their idiotic commotion today. Digestive conformists, falsely forgiven sinners.[/swf]