01 - Un Syrah?
A legislator gropes a woman on camera—all in front of the virtual session’s broadcast.A scandal.
Due to tainted cocaine, at least twenty people are dead.The Ministry of Health has issued an alert.
A horrific murder—a mother and her girlfriend kill her five-year-old son.
He died from repeated blowsthat caused internal bleeding.
An incident with no explanation.No justification.
Six arrested—six young menwho abused and raped a young woman.Animals. Beasts. Human degradation.
They kill them. They execute them.And the case leads nowhere.
Let’s go, man, let’s go.We’re killing it, huh?We’re doing great.
Well, not the VAR.Not football.Was the dollar at 32.10?43 pesos and 67 cents.It dropped 40 cents today.But the important part about this dropis also seeing—127 pesos.The dollar hits 200.239.And finally reaches 300.Right now: 335 pesos.
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02 - Malas Decisiones [Bad Decisions]
Does anyone know where the paths to take originate?
03 - Llegar a Lugares [Arriving Places]
(There's definitely something in this townCan you feel it?My coffee warned me about itYesterday morning the milk I poured in my coffee made a signIt saidTomorrow you'll arrive in a place that will change your fate
Can you feel it?)
04 - Duchas con La Tostadora [Showers With The Toaster]
I found myselfkissing a revolver at dawn,and I was so tiredI didn’t want to seemy face exploding again.
There’s nothing left to fear—because finally,we’re going to escapeour own minds.
Turn offwhat doesn’t ignite.There’ll be time to spare—and that’s excellent.
Electricity,revealingthat from the end,no one gets to hide.
And near the end,there seems to bea reasonnot to come back.
05 - Siempre Nos Conocemos [We Always Met]
(Hey umI would say 'nice to meet you'ButI don't believe in time as a concept so
I'll just say 'we always met'We always met)
06 - Ya Se Van [They're Leaving]
(I spent so much of my time hereThinking about my old palsThe weird thing isNow I'm exactly where I wanna beAnd I'm still just thinking about my old palsOnly now they're the ones I made hereI wish there was a way to know you're in the good old daysBefore you've actually left themSomeone should write a song about that)
They're leaving—time presses on, and they're gone.Another life to ruin,another beginning with no end,a puff of breath before a hurricane.
Ideas that, when thought,are forgotten.An illusory eternity—nothing stays,nothing will ever be extinguished.
They're leaving—always bleeding, never crying.From silence, without speaking,they let themselves be heard,thinking only of forgetting.
Ideas that, when thought,are forgotten.An illusory eternity—nothing stays,nothing will ever be extinguished.
(I don't know, man.Look this is what I know for sureAbout the worst thing in the worldIs to knowThat the moment you're experiencing has already been definedThat this is the secondOr third time throughOr whatever and
Do you ever feelYou know like
I don't know maybe things aren't rightLike maybe your life is in disarrayOr just not what you would likeAnd you start to wonder you knowWhat caused this?How did things get like this?You know people are alwaysBlaming their parentsAs if their mom would have breastfed themTheir lives would have turned out different
Bunch of whiners
Yeah they're a bunch of whiners
But what if it wasn't something you wondered aboutWhat if you knew for sure this is not the way things are supposed to beSee I'm not like thatI'm not into the wholeDestiny there's-only-one-right-way thingI'm not eitherBut what's worse?Thinking you're being paranoidOr knowing you should be?
HelloCome again?StayStay a whileStick around a whileStick around longAs long you canHeaven help youGod help youJesus help youEverybody else help you)
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[ Instrumental ]
08 - Premonición [Premonition]
(Have you ever sat down in one placeAnd not move for one entire yearLet me describe it for you
To begin withThere's only regretThere's only the turning wheel of missed opportunitiesDaysMonthsI lost it all in a blur of the deepest longing to undo the pastAnd when that feeling had begun to subsideWhat took its placeIs what I could only describeAs the collapse of every momentI have ever experienced my entire lifeIn that instant I could see myselfClearlyCalmlyWith a collected heartI was consumed by itI could do nothing but wallow in itFor what felt like an eternityFor what I now know it was far less
You seeIt was a revelation for meIt was unlike anything I had ever knownAnd I felt freedI saw that I could allow myself to exist in all timelinesAnd that each of themWas simply a strandIn the web of my being
It was incredibleThe spaciousnessThe equanimity of the momentBoth singular and infiniteFor the longest timeThis was my experienceAnd then this moment passedAnd the most unyielding fearI have ever knownCrept into my mindAnd is this sensationThat I have been experiencing nowFor longer that I could haveEver expected was possible
Perhaps one dayThis state of mind will consume you as wellPerhaps you will somehowIn some wayHave to live as I do nowAnd I wish for you to knowHow excruciating it isAnd for you to be in true terror of its eventual arrivalPerhaps it will bring me the smallest moment of peaceIn the darkness.)
09 - Escorial Anacorético [Hermitic Escorial]
(The thing isI don't feel like dyingWithout my dream coming trueButI see now
Hahaha
We humansWe're all the sameEvery last one of usFor some it's drinkingFor some it's womenFor some even religionFamilyThe kingDreamsChildrenPowerAll of us had to spend our lives drunk on somethingEveryone was a slave to something
A slave to something)
10 - Cierta Amistad [A Certain Friendship]
(I've been sitting here all that timeJust sitting hereNot a single person to speak with
And you'd think that that's just how it's always been, right?Me talking and you saying nothingWould you think that it's exactly the same as always?Doesn't that feel like what we've already been doing?
I can't lose myself in the stretch of emptiness between you and meYou're still right there but I know you're so tremendously far awayAnd in those momentsThe emptiness folds itself outward in between the two of usAnd I'm suspended in its unyielding quietness
I can feel the edges of my realityCurling inward and decayingI can tell that I am becoming less and less real
I am becoming less and less real
I am becoming less and less real
What a terrible dread stucks in my heart to think of itTo think of returning to such coldnessComeLet us sit together hereFor just a momentLet us anticipate itLet us welcome itLet us not run from it
You know my mother was an atheist?She used to say thatThere were good news and bad news about hellThe good news isHell is just a productOf a morbid human imaginationThe bad news isWhatever humans can imagineThey can usually create)
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12 - Montón de Átomos [Bunch Of Atoms]
HeyI don’t know if you remember me—but I swear I do.It’s been so long nowI’m not even sure what to say.
Maybe I could start by rememberingwhat sets us apartfrom everything else.
And honestly, I don’t know how—if everything we areis nothing in the end.
And maybe you should place your trustin somethingthat doesn’t trust you back.
It’s always so hard—even if, on the surface,it seems like something better.
But in truth, we’re nothing morethan a bunch of dustthat learned to think.
And I thinkwe learned it wrong.
13 - Sin Respuestas [No Answers]
(Now would you join me in a friendly socratic dialog?Let me begin with a questionWould you say you know the difference between right and wrong?
You are an overthinker tooWe are the same then
But if you struggle with right and wrong normallySurely your struggle can only have become more difficultAnd the truth isYou are not alone
You see out there in the worldBeing uncertain about right and wrongWas acceptableWe would tell lies and bend rulesAnd turn blind eyes and rationalizeAnd yet still think of ourselves as good people
So to navigate this maze
You would have to be certain about the difference between right and wrongWouldn't you agree?So let me ask you thisIs there one system of morality which is always perfectly correct?Which you could follow in every situation and always do the right thing?Or is it possible that humans simplyHaven't figured out the right system yet
After hundreds of yearsAnd as many great thinkersDedicating their lives to these questionsWhat hope do we have?
What hope do we have?
My point is thisI don't think anyone alive truly knows any hard and fast rulesAbout right and wrongFor any rule you can imagineThere are countless situations in whichThat rule may be suspendedAnd those situations are impossible to codifyIf there is one thing I have observed about rules
It is that virtuous people do not need themAnd evil people will always find a way around them
What hope do we have?)
14 - Entropía [Entropy]
(No need to rushAll secrets are hiddenUntil they are inevitably divulged
The powers of entropy
The world exposes everythingAnd causes chaos
Just like this coffee)
15 - Villa Ballester
(You do have a remarkable imaginationThe stories you've createdBut believing them so stronglySo deeplyIs unhealthyYou have to let goYou can't keep obsessingSometimes things just areWhat they are
It's time for you to wake up)
16 - Ramen
(This ultimate conclusion of self-overcomingThe unattainable ideal self and ideal lifeThe sentiment of willingness to accept at lastThe way things have gone and will goTo love a life that tries in almost every moment to make you hate itAnd to still stare back at it and sayYesI love it
What's scarier that an opponentWho smiles while being beaten?
How often do you still battle with depression?Oh I'm always depressedAlwaysI have to constantly bring myself out of itLike I wake up depressed but like I'm like okayI'm like okayAnd now I know my stepsCause like for realI have to go outside and be in the sun for a little bit orGo for a walk orStart the day in this wayI'm like okay
Were you ever suicidal?Yeah all the timeBut I can'tI've always been suicidal but I can'tI've never had like the balls you know?Which I'm uh luckyLike this time I thought like I had maybe almost the ballsCause it was starting to get likeYou know when you're not feeling goodAnd you're going through all that stuff
But like yeah they're not as constantDoes your work not make you feel better?
It's the only thing
I love it
I love writingI love hanging with my friendIt's this it's the ultimate distraction
The ultimate distraction?
The ultimate distraction)
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18 - Poderes [Powers]
(I just think we need a chance as humans toFail in order to discover what actually worksPeople don't think there's a process to being happySo what do you want?
I don't knowI guessI just want a chance to find out
Who doesn't?)
ReturnTo dig through graves again,and losethe peace within the fog.No one sees me again.
Lost in a memory,lost in a memory,lost in a memory,lost in a memory.
To be ableto leave behind everyonewho’s already gone—if there’s no time left,and no one wants to see it.
We’re only a memory,just another memory.We’re only a memory,just another memory.
19 - Hablar con Gente [Talking To People]
The other day,I was talking to someone,and at a certain point—I swear I could tellthey weren’t listening anymore.
Every breath ended in another lost syllable,caught in an intimidating, deafening silencethat drowned out my unsure voiceas I spit out banalitiesin a tonecomplicated, incomprehensible, andneedlessly long-winded.
I could feel their boredom and fatigue growingwith every word I said.
I could see myself sinkinginto that same fog of white noise—so simple and perfectcompared to the vile mess of human rambling.
That candy for the insecure,that nectar of unjustified verbal procrastination—that stupid, necessary conditionfor communicating ideas that,
deep down,
mean nothing.
20 - Crisis de Identidad [Identity Crisis]
(I don't exist
This isn't what you're supposed to sayYou're supposed to sayThat we are importantAnd you're supposed to sayIt's all gonna be alrightAnd you're supposed to sayThat whatever you dream can come trueAnd you're supposed to say all those things
I do believe in manifestation powerThat kind of stuffBut I don't believe that any of it matters
This mattering is to me a human constructBorn out of a needThe same need that says you have to have deitiesAnd things like that
Sometimes I still have the groove cut into meThat wants my hair to look niceIt's an ancient thing you knowThere's still ego there
But I'm finding ultimatelyThat the freedom from itIt's somethingThat peopleAre kinda hungry for in a way
They're like I don't wanna be me eitherAnd I go well great cause you never have been
It's this weird little semantic jump that you makeWhere it sounds likeWell that's totally fucking threatening manI can't not be meI built this constructFrom the time I was given a nameI'm a fucking CeltYou know my grand great great grandmotherWas fucking raped by a vickingAnd that's what makes me strongAnd it's just ideasThey're just ideas
Part of the evolution of the egoIs to spend the first half of your lifeAcquiring and adding andThinking that you can add to yourselfAnd it looks greatIt looks great when you got a cool carAnd you got nice clothesAnd you've done something that people admire
But it can never fulfill youIt's not where happiness comes from.)
21 - Pathei Mathos
Lately I’ve been waking up thinkingabout places I’ve never been—don’t even know if they exist—and yet I still feel like I miss them.
These are complicated days,when we can’t seem to findthose moments we lostsaying absolutely nothing.
Time melts,distorted like ice cream.The meetings I attendleave me alienated.
And for years now,feeling has only meantfeeling cornered.
The suffocating confinementreminds me where we are.
There’s a world outsidethat seems to explode daily—ordinary peoplethat look like hired killers,relatives so estrangedthey haven’t spoken in years,old buildingswith pipes that never changed,
and a million stale excusesfor never taking responsibility—like someone dying from poisonjust trying to take a bath.
Chasing dreams—no one will be left.
Today I saw on TVthey killed who-knows-how-many more.And while one half celebrated,the other was askingabout the next World Cup match.
They spent what they didn’t haveon a giant screento watch the national teamwhile starving.
It’s a kind of romance—another devotion,another form of lovethat’s really just disasteror justanother way to forget.
Meanwhile, a street away,someone is being born.Their parents hate each otherbut swear they love the kid.
They’ll grow up among disappointments,watching the hours go by,wondering how to escapethe thoughts that never leave—
the ones that comewhen they’re alone,thinking about nothing and everythingwithin every wordthey’ve ever saidsince they first started thinkingabout things.
Chasing dreams—no one will be left.
Exhausted from surviving,prayingfor some faraway futurethat finds thema little more reasonable—though they wouldn’t knowwhat to do with it if it came.
The best things in lifeare the onesthat never arrive.
Because in the end—nothing really matters.
Chasing dreams—no one will be left.
22 - Aniversarios
(Even if I could make you believe meIn a month you wouldn'tSome of you would call me a psychopathOthers would be angry at a pointless jokeSome of us are angry now
This was a bad ideaI love you allAnd I do not want to put you through anything
Then why are you doing it?All you can do is thumb your nose at itIs that what you're doing?Are you laughing at us inside?I wish you didn't feel that way
What you're saying it offends common senseSo does relativity, quantum mechanicsThat's the way nature worksBut your story doesn't fit into nature as we know itBut we know so little, DanWe know so little
Wouldn't you have some relic or artifactTo remind you of your early life?If you lived 100 or 1,000 yearsWould you still have this?What would cause you to keep it?As a memento to your beginningsEven if you didn't have the concept of beginnings?It would be goneLostNoI don't have artifacts
As one grows olderThe days, weeks, monthsGo by more quicklyWhat does a day or a yearOr a century mean to you?The birth-death cycle?
TurbulenceI meet someoneLearn their nameSay a wordThey're goneOthers come like wavesRise, fallRipples in a wheat field blown by the wind
Do you ever get tired of it all?I get bored now and thenHow do you know that?
The mythical overlay is so enormousAnd not goodThe truth is soSo simple
This has gone far enoughIt's gone much too farThese people are very upsetI don't believe you're madBut what you're saying is not trueThat leaves only one explanationThe time has come when you must admitThis is a hoaxA lieIsn't that true?I ask you nowI demand itThat you tell these people the truthGive them closureIt's timePlease
I don't know manSomething about thisThe more I think aboutThe more I senseSpaceA kind of latitude of what we happily call realityIn which as everybody keeps sayingAnything's possible
YesNo, no, no, noNoNo more wordsI'm gonna go home andI'm gonna watch Star Trek for a dose of sanityGood luck to you manWherever this may lead you)

[Silence]