Aeriales, serán criaturas míticas que broten de la dimensión
de las Bermudas. Serán como traviesos duendes
que se entretengan derribando aeroplanos. O serán pequeños diablillos que
habiten entre las señales que bifurcan el cielo. Se mecen y balancean de las ondas de radio y televisión,
como simios navegando lianas de una selva electromagnética, que choca y nos
traspasa a todos. Tal vez interfieren
con los signos y tal vez alteran los mensajes; adrede, con ganas de joder.
O tal vez seamos nosotros, ex corpóreos; entre reencarnaciones; cuando
nadamos el vacío de la caída hacia la muerte. De seguro son visiones del Zen:
estampas retratadas en melodías poderosas, cuerdas vibrando en las
gargantas y las manos de los hijos de Armenia, con todo y cadencia de fiesta gitana.
Life is a waterfall,
We're one in the river,
And one again after the fall.
Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lose ourselves,
But we find it all?
Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,
And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Life is a waterfall,
We drink from the river,
Then we turn around and put up our walls.
Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lose ourselves,
But we find it all?
Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,
And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Aerials, so up high,
When you free your eyes,
Eternal prize.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Aerials, so up high,
When you free your eyes,
Eternal prize.
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