El Témpano
Ahyre
The Iceberg
Sometimes, when I think everything is lost
I go towards one of the forms of death
I shoot myself with a word
That once was so clear to me
In the warmth of the running water
It reminds me of the arrival of some trains
You come out of the seas, curves of the ports
With barefoot women in the green
I go towards the fire like the butterfly
And there's no rhyme that rhymes with living
Don't stop, don't kill yourself
It's just one more way to delay
In the calm evenings when I miss everything
I think that everything is not what I lost
A rose of faith and a coast of losing
It's lost, but it's gained
The struggle is equal against oneself
And that's winning it
Don't stop, don't kill yourself
It's just one more way to delay
I remember the stillness of the earth
The stillness of being inside
One believes more in miracles
At the time of burial
This man worked
Who will write his story
The lime dries the widow who dreams
The friends who remain the same
The glory in sneakers
The empty vase
Who knows if he stopped to think
What do I live for
I live to not lose
I go towards the fire like the butterfly
And there's no rhyme that rhymes with living
Don't stop, don't kill yourself
It's just one more way to delay
Don't stop, don't kill yourself
It's just one more way to delay
Don't stop, don't kill yourself
It's just one more way to delay
