Icaro Apología Al Vuelo

To us the limitation. To us the conditioning. To us the orthopedics. To us the blows To us the castration. To us the crying. To us the fear and insecurity. Above all the fear and insecurity. I looked at your sky, I understood that we don't fall. Among saints, heroes, and blessed examples. There is no place for us, those who dream of taking the world by storm Seditious dreams, fire in hearts. Fists up. Fists up, threading the fall of windmills. We are the fertile within the barren, seditious dreams. Hearts on fire. We are the fertile within the barren We are candor, we are song, fire, rage, tenderness. Hearts on fire. I am the seed that grows in the barren