That truth that doesn't bother
The kiss to celebrate
Ten thousand protest songs
And one more friend to hug
That wink that touches
That hand that makes you doubt
No umbrella when it rains
One more party to endure
Another fear to smash
And so to live
The bravery of feeling
Life kills from beginning to end
The heartbreak
There's no joy without pain
And the best is yet to come
The dream that's drifting
The rage rises one more time
The relationship that doesn't end
Another bet you double
A pain you don't cry
And so to live
The bravery of feeling
Life kills from beginning to end
The heartbreak
There's no joy without pain
And the best is yet to come
I cry out
That only feeds
The slowest phrase
Of my voice
Flowers grow
From my wounds
That my life smells
Without fear
"They come from superhuman efforts
and they go to songs and to kisses;
they leave printed on the air
the scent of tools and of hands."*
*(Fragment of the poem 26 of the book "Unceasing Lightning" 1934/1936 by Miguel Hernandez.) **