I want to sing I suffer from dyspnea
well beyond the lungs.
Your shadow shines today in the fight
Greater awareness and reasons.
For you singing of chest,
like the dream in which I turn
and slight, as I still breathe.
For you I advance ahead
What is missing in tone
and I sing what I do not forgive.
Man, man and friend,
It still remains to be with you.
Man, man without a temple
descend your example to my city.
You knew ride against who hates
from its tower of hatred and extermination,
but, in my opinion, it gave you more glory
the soul that you carved to your domain.
The scarce medicine,
the most insufficient
is to remedy the mind.
And madness happens
smiling when cheating,
which hatred of one's own.
Man without last name,
A little mercy I ask you:
man, oh, still,
that a little beyond is the
day.
From hair uncultured to baldness,
from the initial number to the uncountable,
from the grave to the surface,
after twenty twenty so multipliable
I get a winged song
of childhood fevers,
the invention of anxiety arises
and whole and mutilated,
furiously to kisses,
I give you my naughty heart:
Man, man without death,
the night breathed your luck,
man of good destiny,
and there are lights on the way.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)