tres veces mojado... o lo que es lo mismo... la frontera y yo...

It hasn't really been three times this should be the fifth one

and to be honest it has always been weird to me...

if it's december it's so cold that it freezes my bones

and if it's summer i melt on the floor

if it's a car someone else drives it as we cross, all i do is sit tight and play it cool

and the fence has holes and the holes are to step on and then climb to the other side...

another constant is me being broke everytime i stay here longer that a day, i have never been here without counting the coins left in my pocket...

i've met the best people and i didn't even met them here but they from here...

whenever i eat here is mostly quesadillas, yoghurt, cookies, water and of course beer (ocasionally i get high)...

if it wasn' for your voice telling me it will be alright
i wouldn' even consider the posibility...

i would just go on the way i used to...

but you say it with such conviction...

i can't help it

i feel so many times tied to what i am (is that supossed to be right)

lately this anoying rash bugs the hell out of my last tattoo (left elbow)

as i felt more confortable the border taxed me...

last november i payed the "newbie" fee

last year i noticed what it was like living here (mexico)

i finally realized how things work

this time i am back again i kind of know my way arround (i mean i wont get lost easily and i can find main avenues)...

i owe almost 100,000 time what i have (wich is none)

and as i think about it i don't think i should be crossing

because i've already been in there

caged

and i know in less than 48 hours

i will be moving frozen meat inside a fridge