There are whole days
when I'm drowning under a load.
Never making it through,
always turning my back
before you.
Before you, let me tell you that
this means to train legs,
to acknowledge the pain,
to be in despair,
that something else occurs
before you do.
Before you speak, let me tell you.
Before you came, there was something.
Probably a prelude,
a long golgotha
too harsh.
Before you [came], there was nothing
or something smaller than my body.
Before you [come in], it recalls in its memory
that it feels dead inside.
This means to battle yourself,
to sing within the desert
for everything existing.
All these sights, all these winds.
Before you.
Before you speak, let me tell you.
Before you came, there was something,
a routine
of empty words.
And then, the explosion.
Before you, there was nothing,
not even my knees.
They've never felt
so much empty or cold.
Before you came, there was something.
Probably a prelude,
a long golgotha
too harsh.
Before you [came], there was nothing
or something smaller than my body.
Before you [come in], it recalls in its memory
that it feels dead inside.
Before you, there was something,
an immense scene in particular.
Too vast for me
and with much dance afterwards.
Before you, there wasn't anything
or any reason my life
started every morning
or everyday to see you.