I never know, who carries me?
Whether it's the human soul or the animal spirit
In this quadrature of life
Sometimes I even find myself
in the middle
Smile - appreciate
Of all these adventures
surreal adventures of my thought
Who never is,
is content with nothing, abysmally
In this decadent way,
that drags me through all this mess
Created - between soul and spirit -
in an endless struggle
Who saves me, is the heart,
That leads me in the ways of love
And envelops me in the senses
of passion, without thinking of anything, precisely
I am glad that I love him with devotion,
otherwise I would have died on the road by now
