I have no more costumes to act
I do not have any more words to not cry
I do not have any more smiles to draw
So much happiness that I do not have anymore.
I do not have any more poetry to recite
nor melodies to improvise
I have no fantasies left to dream
a little more, a little more.
I do not have more pockets without emptying.
I do not have any more places to escape.
And now I'm much more alone than in my song
previous
and in my interior, memories.
I do not have more stanzas to invent.
I do not care if it does not rhyme or if I defy singing.
Just a little more strength to imagine
in this same place, go back to
together again.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)