LOS MUTANTES
If I do not , I remember very well, it was December 31 on 11:59 o’ clock of The 1964 Year in The porvenir City at, zoned on NezaYork, when our hero Robert M. Sanches before The bell’s Sound given The first Second of The new Year 1965 could been attaching everything for having all wrong.
He was satted out over a regular stone worming his hands in The wood Fire he made before on The house’s Front and started to say. Mother Fucker ¡! Such a Fool I em, I wasted all my fucken time on only foolish things over louded on The shit Nothing with, and I’m so tired to be The stupid One when I try to give some Money to someone because it asked for it, all The rain People come to reclaim me to be a thousand idiot.
There are… don’t you see that some Persons are a professional beggers ¿? and are looking foolers to pick out The good Money from them ¿? to tell The real True, I never took their advine to make a mistake for every step I give.
As well I will tell you, Robert said that I’ll never change The right Way to be so if I did nothing right on my lifetime now I can stop to wach out what I will do ahead from now and I have three on couple ideas to start quick on The big Future wich is waiting on The longen Line.
At least I want study on The medicine School but is not strong to get me out of here, I like to be an Electrinic Engeener and I wished so much but I know myself that I don’t need study Astronomy because I em an Astronomer all ready, I remember before my Mommy gave me born I was travelling across The whole Universe and I was looking everything passing on a second from started to end.
And what did you see my blue eyes son and what did you see my darling young one, Robert said, I saw The most Terreefying things happen to The neo Titon, The inner Engan and The life Itself, The Bulls don’t have The honor Word talking about The ero Engine doesn’t has respect for itself to release a chain of reactions over everything belongs inside, The established Factor is a Mother Fucker an dosn’t actived The brake Point to start The complete Life.
So The fool Astronomers are a begginers discovering The big Bang when The sacred Doctrine wrote it 10,000 years ago, what a discovering ¿ and later on The big Crsh… By Logic ¡!!!!!!!!!
At last Robert M. Sanchez decided to be a Musician expecting that only rich babies get inside The great Criddle and you don’t have to be a Genios to be in there and Robert is The last Genios on The whole World of The ending Times and his only sin is to be a poor Guy.
Never got inside The show Busines because nobody gave a nickle for him because just remember if you start or beggin a Business Company first you bring your relatives to work and talking about a so closed business, you are death.
So he went to see his friend and started to build a band wich called Los Magos Mutantes, name wich selects Robert himself to match a tv show The outer Limits and The first Program he saw was The Mutant, name wich felt on The right Point on his ideas and The good Name stood forever when leaved just The Mutants.
And beggon The bad Problems when Robert left all behind to set all The rest Time to write The deep Songs to felt in The big Misery, no Food, no Clothes and no Money, bet all The whole Life to The Music, no problem when you still single but what about Beethoven who left everything having a Wife and four Girls his wife runned away before start todie but hungry.
The Mutants never had instruments and rehersal with acustic guitars but when they played in some places with loan equipment just People left open mouth, unbelieveable, The Beatles shot it up meanwhile Los Mutantes still on this days in The unkown Shadows.
Sometime I heard Robert M. Sanchez had die but alter a few years he showed up all around himself so Skinny, so Ragged and so Pale and I said him why don’t get into The faith Church to see if God help you ¿?
And he answered to me, God needs more help from me ¡! Aleluya ¡! I said, Why ¿? Because when I was running across The whole Universe I didn’t see it because he doesn’t exist, all this is a bad invent of The people Mind.
By Santa Bertha