Vuela [English translation]

fly, in my voice this poem

full moon’s white

to your sea’s break

fly, crossing the borders

of fears and sorrows

that live in my home

for knowing you, i know

that in you borns the verb “to love”

that your sing is freedom

and i live feeling you

in the cold air that i breath

in every dawn and with every sigh

in the Light that keeps my path

of fears and hawhorns

i want that my fire’s soul

get burn with the quiet

that wraps your truth

i want that my flying verses (literally: verses to the fly)

awake the consolation

that flows in your peace

for knowing you, i know

that in you borns the verb “to love”

that your sing is freedom

and i live feeling you

in the cold air that i breath

in every dawn and with every sigh

in the Light that keeps my path