Helena García Hermida
Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by your own thirst
In those pleasures that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak?

And you claim you got something going
Something you call unique
But I've seen your self-pity showing
As the tears rolled down your cheeks

Soon you know I'll leave you
And I'll never look behind
'Cos I was born for the purpose
That crucifies your mind
So con, convince your mirror
As you've always done before
Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more

And you assume you got something to offer
Secrets shiny and new
But how much of you is repetition
That you didn't whisper to him too

Crucify Your Mind
Sixto Rodríguez

Los perros de Popi
Oil on canvas
120 x 90 cm, 90 x 120 cm

Donde vivían los cisnes
Oil on canvas
120 x 90cm

Under the palm tree
Oil on canvas
170 x 89 cm

Es el de los helados
Oil on canvas
120 x 114 cm

Bobo nos enseñó su tumba
Acrílico sobre lienzo
195 X 81 cm

︎  Helena García Hermida