(Life)
(Life)
(Life)
(Life)
I believe in you, life—
the mist thins out
and now I see you.
It was not easy
to escape a past that cleansed my soul—
to the point of almost being shredded.
I believe in you, life—
you so pure
that you did not know the art
of defending myself.
And so I lived almost rolling around
in order not to have to admit that I had lost.
It happens even to angels sometimes, you know—
things get dirty.
But suffering reaches its limit
and so it erases everything
and a flower is reborn over an ugly fact.
We are angels with somewhat fierce wrinkles on our cheeks—
maybe a bit more tired but more liberated—
yearning for a love that reaches those who want to breathe.
I believe in you, life—
after having looked around a long time,
now I sit down.
There is neither revenge nor doubt nor uncertainty.
Now the result is clear—
now I listen unmoved by your caresses.
It happens even to angels sometimes, you know—
things get dirty.
But suffering reaches its limit
and so it erases everything
and a flower is reborn over an ugly fact.
We are angels with somewhat fierce wrinkles on our cheeks—
maybe a bit more tired but more liberated—
yearning for a love that reaches those who want to breathe.
(We are angels)
(We are angels)
(I believe)
(I believe)
(I believe)
(I believe)...