Te han guardado en el cajón
Tanta cosa aplomada
Mariposas de algodón
Por monedas sepultadas
Guardaron tu corazón
Por si lo necesitaban
Si total de un empujón
Todo siempre a vos te entraba

Como entra un gran dragón
En un frasco de frambuesa
Vos volcaste tu interior
Todo encima de la mesa
Y uy mi dios qué papelón
Fue limpiarle la rareza
De tu seso al pantalón
De la mitad de la nobleza

Porque aunque te encadenaron
Brotaste como maleza
Y ahora que estas livianito
Sos lo que a ellos mas les pesa
En su piel sos comezón
Sos la llaga más traviesa
Y a su río detenido
Le quebraste la represa


This piece is part of the "Arts And W3B artists' onboarding workshop" collection, as the result of Newtro's June 2024 onboarding workshop to web3 for Latin American artists.

You are feeling out of place
One could tell by your washed out face
Can’t keep up with other’s pace
A crappy kart in an F-1 race

One would think you are just a shell
A rusty coin in a thirsty well
Your skin so coarse it became a cell
Your insides mushed like a cheap ass gel

You forget this too shall pass
Concrete blocks won’t beat the grass
And those voices made of gas
Will go down by their own mass

You peddle and paddle until you find your way
To a little quiet pond with a pretty chill bay
“Here I will rest, only just for a split
My body is weary and I need to sit”

You just found your way to a place made for thinking
But without taking notice your body starts sinking
You are still as a stone yet the world keeps on shrinking
Dark is the honey that you now can’t stop drinking

Melancholy swamps are no strangers to drought
Yet are easily flooded whenever you doubt
A boastful tree says “I could be a great scout”
to clouds of mosquitoes that it takes for its clout

Erosion! The passing of motion
You passed while still living on future emotions
Exchanging devotion for a chance at promotion
Bathing in venom labeled as lotion

Be wary, oh weary!
Smooth is the thorn when approached by the side
The silkiest of petals could do you great harm

Weak
So quiet and meek
A mouse among cats would be more willing to speak
Blood rushes quickly from feet to cheek
Under the mountain runs a dark creek

You are parts that are broken
And parts that are lame
You are parts that you found
That no one would claim

You hid your creations
From the dry beams of shame
You covered the footprints
That in mud spelled your name

Fame? That ain’t what you wanted
To be free of blame
And see the uncharted
Feel the warmth of the flame
of a heart that gets started

You wanted to share what you usually guarded