Un Necio Con Tinta

My soul lives in a spring where everything blooms and fades
And sorrows cuddle up beside me
To doze off on this cold grass
And I am the grass of this cold pain that burdens my neck
I never had very high expectations
Of fulfilling what my mind thought when I was asleep
I don't know if happiness is relative
But talk about relativity to a suicidal heart
Let me write a poem in my notebook
Today I dedicate an elegy to my self-esteem
Oh, my dear, let's toast to that time
When we reached the summit, now we smell the foundations
Of this temple, and if I lie, let the earth swallow me
Well, ironic when I reside in hell
I never liked to cry, that's why I take refuge
Among the tender reliefs my notebook provides
And who doesn't get lost on confusing paths?
Tired of recommending advice I don't use
I abuse my own trust
And in the end, I find myself lying on the ground
While I whisper: Revenge
Revenge for what, ignorant?
Revenge towards destiny
For not making your present bright?
For your beginner's mistakes?
Revenge on yourself for giving up
And not moving forward? Dirty pedant

Look at me, but without using your eyes
Just listen to me, do you see that I am in pieces?
I have wounds in my heart, not on my skin
And the only medicine that works is called paper
Talk to me, but without using your mouth
Just feel me, for my soul lies broken
Some weep if their hope is extinguished
Fools prefer to use ink

And on this dark path where the poison oozes
And no wound heals if it lies on my skin
Drowsing among the doubts that embraced me naked
I realized that I was unfaithful to joy
And now my purest lover is sadness
Who prays for me and whispers in my ear that nothing will go well
And it's strange, but I feel pleased
Because only if I am sunk do I rise if I fall again
To perish would be a pleasure
If I waste my last breath of life kissing your sweet temple
Stabs amidst hugs that kill me in your arms
I would be able to endure more than a hundred
Heaven and earth watch me as I die
Mourning in this game where I bet my dignity
I risked my happiness, and now I find myself so empty
Like the nest of tranquility I once abandoned
The cat that is sad and blue has turned gray
In a futile attempt to protest against my attitude
But tell me, what do I do if I am a renegade fool
Who doesn't know how to escape from this avalanche?
Your most beautiful ballads and symphonies turned
Into monotony and now they are the soundtrack of my coffin
And at what moment did I want to betray time
And my punishment was to be separated in graves far from your light?

And now only

Look at me, but without using your eyes
Just listen to me, do you see that I am in pieces?
I have wounds in my heart, not on my skin
And the only medicine that works is called paper
Talk to me, but without using your mouth
Just feel me, for my soul lies crazy
Some weep if their hope is extinguished
Fools prefer to use ink