Castillos En El Aire

He wanted to fly like the seagulls
Free in the air, through the open air
And the others said: Poor fool!
Doesn't know that flying is impossible!

But he spread his wings towards the sky
And little by little, he gained height
And the others remained on the ground
Holding onto sanity

And he built castles in the air
In full sun, with cotton clouds
In a place where no one
Could reach using reason

And he built fabulous windows
Full of light, magic, and color
And summoned the elf of things
That have much to do with love

Seeing him so happy, the others
Sounded the alarm, rules were set
Lest it be contagious
To try to be happy in that way

The conclusion is clear and forceful
He was condemned for his madness
To live again with people
Dressed in sanity

For building castles in the air
In full sun, with cotton clouds
In a place where no one
Could reach using reason

And for opening fabulous windows
Full of light, magic, and color
And summoning the elf of things
That have much to do with love

Here ends the story of the fool
Who, in the air, like the open air
Wanted to fly like the seagulls
But that's impossible, isn't it?