When I arrive home
And you are full of whiskey
And I am full of doubts
I always have the feeling
The universe is trying to tell me something.

Maybe I should leave the doubts behind
And Start with the whiskey

What I gave
It doesn't matter
What I saw
It doesn't matter
They were insensible
Beasts
And sensibility
In person
What I understood
It's not anymore.
Neither the guilt
Or the hope.
The lesson,
I just want it,
Truthful
Because words slip
Through the cliffs
In a tight
Long
Curve

I saw snakes with thousand eyes in ayahuasca dreams,
They were telling me (I think)

" if you let me teach you, I can be your pupil"

I Will live
To see Love
Be endless
If not here
On Earth
Then,
Maybe,
Inside the Sun