A María Laura Sánchez, en honor de sus "Cristales"
I was born to deal with the Paradise,
to talk out of laughter
to be proud of the subways
and the tears of the children
and the screams of the clowns…
I was born to drink darkness from a black jar.
I was born for the weight of a throne
in a city surrounded by poisoned ice,
wich can never be found in a map…
In a city full of highways, and roaming fairies,
and orphan angels, and zombie cats.
I was born to be pieces of ashes,
and pieces of ages, and still