Capybara
San Francisco, 1906
Left alone outside -The field overgrown, in timeOne day, a passerbywould expose, what there, there lies:San Francisco, 1906Picture takers get a fix of storymakers' dreamsTo feed the ruthless magazinesFires fueled by gasoline and propaneAn earthquake like the world had never seenYou know it split them like a seamThey weren't the makers of a dreamAuspicious everything we readThey weren't the makers of a dreamAuspicious everything we readAnd so, we are offended by the things we learn to be trueChristmas coming, 1941Zeroes humming, take the air - 400 kettle drumA mother makes another bedThe pillows found of green and redSmoothing wrinkles in the dark - is he dead?What there, there liesLetras de cancionesAll our troublesWhere is there veritasGive me all our troublesMend them with naked truthNations rise and swell to sizes, unmanageableNations rise and swell to sizes, unimagineableWhat there, there liesThere lies, there lies!
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