Locked up in a wrong body,
with a thousand sores in his hands,
struggling to live
within the hurricane that runs over him,
that suffocates him and that catches him,
which made him suffer so much.
The important thing was at last,
his way of feeling.
Hope played tricks on him,
returning her in rematch
the affection he gave;
and even the hurricane tormented him
those dreams that he longed for
feel like a flower;
where there is no sentence,
whether it is him or her.
The wind goes, combing you,
I know that it is possible that he conceals his love
under a corner, without being seen,
If for a kiss you put life,
what does your gender matter
if you put the soul in every gesture of love that you gave.
As a flower feels pain
to unravel the heart,
you feel the thorn that breaks your weeping.
If for a kiss you put the life
what does your gender matter
if you put the soul ....
And today you turn your gaze to your past,
and maybe excited you wonder why
Was it worth the effort?
Supporting storms
for feeling like a flower;
and now there is no sentence
whether it is him or her.
And you understand that life is back
and you smile with more force contemplating this time
that instead of hurricane, there is only hurry,
comb you do not fix
whether it is her or him,
and now there is no sentence,
and in the end it was worth it.
The wind goes, combing you,
I know that it is possible that he conceals his love
under a corner, without being seen,
If for a kiss you put life,
what does your gender matter
if you put the soul in every gesture of love that you gave.
As a flower feels pain
to unravel the heart,
you feel the thorn that breaks your weeping.
If for a kiss you put the life
what does your gender matter
if you put the soul ...