Tocando fondo [English translation]

Touching the bottom, I was born one good day

Touching the bottom, I still go

Less beautiful than they could be

Less odious than in another way

I declare myself imperfect

Kicking the umbrella

I prefer to be open

To walking around, announcing

That I am the wonder

I publish myself, complete

I hate myself, likely

If one does not undress

Everything undressable

Changes into a challenge

Touching the bottom, like going singing,

Is something deep, that does not go waiting

Not touching our truths hard

Lifting walls, capitals rot

Maybe it is inopportune

Or perhaps delirious

I have so many methods

That people try

Just to describe me

Assuming the laws

Is not ruling oneself

I publish myself, complete

I await myself, improvable

From my parliament

Of a guitar sounding

Touching the bottom, I was born one good day

Touching the bottom, I still go