If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.

O quizás fuimos a buscar el pretexto,
el viaje,
para besarnos horas bajo el sol y hablar en señas.
Era la manera de vernos sin la ciudad a cuestas
y ahí estar,
solo estar...