Forgive me
for this voice, ruined
by smoking and fatigue and for this
decadent attitude.
Forgive me
for this aspect, resigned
and in sad abandonment. The passage of time
will grant wisdom and common sense.
My revolution is rain
in the wet, a sand castle
and it will not leave
neither infamy nor praise ...
Forgive me
if I do not benefit from doubt
and from the vile silences. The passage of time
will return honor to the truth.
My revolution is rain
in the wet, a sand castle
and it will not leave
neither infamy nor praise ...
My revolution already seems
to be fighting against windmills,
and it will not bring
medals for gallantry ...
My revolution is rain
in the wet, a sand castle
and it will not leave
neither infamy nor praise ...
My revolution already seems
to be fighting against windmills.
and it will not bring
medals for gallantry ...