Ojalá [English translation]

I need to want, not to want to win

and if some day I were to lose my fear of losing

it hurts me to have run so as not to arrive and now I know that the journey is the goal as well,

already fears that I never raised grew in me and I don't know the answers because I didn't ask

Already I experienced feelings as no one has, when I had bliss and I cried like everyone else

when something goes away. (I hope)

No one teaches you to be strong, but they make you,

no one ever wanted a weakling to trust,

no one teaches you the steps in a world

that makes you each day to be willing to get up and walk,

to where you were so happy you will always return,

even though you might confuse pain with happiness,

and you might not even be yourself, but you might think about yourself and that will kill.

And I hope they never embrace you for a last time, there are so many with whom to be around, but not with whom to be.

We are only roads that usually twist

thousands of loose insecurities which we must defeat

And I hope that if they were to accept you for the first time,

and were to understand that we all deserve good,

that there is no one who should be deprived,

for we all are circumstances which we never chose to be.

Trust never returned with time,

and the fruit of my life is not based on what I have,

and if all moments could happen more slowly,

if perhaps you were to doubt this time in the attempt

And if we could understand that yes, we are perfect,

in spite of smudges that want to stain the canvas

All is a sum even though everyone else may not think so,

one thing is what I am and another only what I show

For I no longer fear losing, but instead giving up,

for I no longer want to win, but rather be convinced

That way before being happy I must be with myself, that

I am going to look at the rope to tell it "I'm going on."

That I am going to stop demanding from myself everything that I ask myself for and I am going to learn to accept all I can never attain

That I am going to stop blaming myself, lying to myself, failing myself, telling myself late truths that I need

Because I also dedicated time to someone who not even remembers me,

I also put back together the pieces of the same thing I later on broke,

neither have I understood myself and have understood that that will be like that,

I haven't been confused, I have been fused to what's worst in me

I have turned to problems and have wanted to be happy there,

I have gone on in circles so as not to move you out of the way,

I have asked everyone so as to be able to define myself,

how can one ask a river to stop and to cease flowing?

No one teaches you to be strong, but they make you,

no one ever wanted a weakling to trust,

no one teaches you the steps in a world

that makes you each day to be willing to get up and walk,

to where you were so happy you will always return,

even though you might confuse pain with happiness,

and you might not even be yourself, but you might think about yourself and that will kill.

And I hope they never embrace you for a last time,

We are only roads that usually twist

thousands of loose insecurities which we must defeat

And I hope that if they were to accept you for the first time,

and were to understand that we all deserve good,

that there is no one who should be deprived,

for we all are circumstances which we never chose to be.