Vivo

Alive
Where death strolls daily in Tacomas
Where the hills just never came to be
There, where it likes to spend its time in the sun
And the devil puts on his overalls

Alive
Just like it says on my birth certificate
Maybe because that’s how it was written in the stars
Because fate insisted that it was meant to be
Also, an tireless woman

Alive
And to be honest, I’m alive by pure miracle
I’m hooked on this blessed lethargy
But what can we do? If this is how I’m meant to live
And this is without crying, without fainting
Less to rescind

Alive
Because no one else has been born to lead the orchestra
I’m alive among questions that have no answers
Where it shows how much you want to live
And for that, you have to know how to suffer

And alive
Where betrayals have taken root
Where an epidemic of the unhappy has formed
There are scars that are impossible to heal
And the devil, I insist, doesn’t stop working

Alive
More than convinced that one day I won’t have to do it anymore
Imagining the end to try to postpone it
Developing a sixth sense more
To survive, to be reborn
To mend