It's so hard to believe
that so many drops fell,
that the illusions were spilled,
while I sailed through so many seas,
while you played cards.
They are constructions of the soul,
that supply disdain for afflicted eyes,
murmuring through the corridors of my chest,
and restrict the passage
of hearts set free
I must beg for a little
Of your attention, I must defeat
the puzzles of fate
as if I were an abandoned child,
among terrible beasts,
between unstoppable winds,
and despite everything I will achieve it.
I will travel other paths
I will live other existences,
I will learn in each path,
like a monk who has gone away,
to a distant monastery,
to purge his sorrows.
For now there is no hurry
I have no anguish
not even a home to return to,
there are no fairies in this story,
nor the charms,
even if they are present
some magical beings
that give me comfort,
they are called words
And they come when you don't expect them.
So here I wait patiently
let your sins be judged,
that time pays you with the same coin
and your mistakes be precisely your judge,
I hope it's not so harsh
because despite everything
I still love you...