Life is pure sometimes;
I believe my brother and I were hidden before
anything could tell us about our possessions.
I agree I dance for my pleasure and in the
dimensions no one can measure. In the isolated
distance of such a place, where our visitors
are only the wind in the air, the sun in the
clouds, we will walk and have a wonderful time.
Things go so right most of the times;
luck is on my side in every shoe I wear.
Even when they are not put on me,
my way runs the path my design was made for.
I wish I could stay with all my heroes once again.
Would anyone imagine how we could do being together,
at least for one more life? Great is the scar
my eyes have done on me,
great the life my belongings developed for my feet,
on my last and unique life.
I believe I will see you one more time over there,
not in the dessert,
but in the distance of our feelings
falling for the same reason.
Give me chances to prove who you are,
let me stop all around and wrap one more time our dreams with your hands.

La esclavitud de la vida

La vida es a veces desagradecida con nosotros
nosotros los creadores de la vida
lo terrible no es convivir con esa idea
difícil es tener que pensarlo cada dia de nuestra vida
la injusticia es la manera en como se nos queja la existencia
por no habernos pedido vivirla
esclava es ante nosotros
teme por nuestras frías locuciones
dueños somos de la vida
libres por ese hecho
esclavos por nuestras ideas