BOxES (kutxak)

lyrics by Aintzane Usandizaga

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Today…

how to collect in a box

everything that has been so misunderstood?

How to collect in such a small space

even half of what we have filled with fear?

how, when we have ignored

what came in yesterday's box?

a box full of warnings, cast wax flights,

a box full of warnings, straight mustaches,

full of warnings, thorns between the skin…

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And it turns out that here we are

pushing the same stone down the same slope

over and over again

despite the fact that it always falls...

today the advice will be in vain

this time I will close it empty

so that you can fill it from tomorrow

yes… send the ransom back

 

And fill it yourselves!

with proud flights

with more dignified falls

with naked smiles without a mustache

with sterile thorns

with mixed bodies

fill it with lives worth living