Espiritu de esta selva

May desires put the body and soul under siege,
and may those who are silent scream with voices that scare with bursts of anger,
let us dance with laughter of a child with boats of love,
estimating tremendous threats of God's canvas.

May the heavy ones fly with condor wings with lawless dreams,
and may the castrated penetrate, arrive, finish, and not regret it, exploring
this nothingness, pain in the memory around,
may the defeated exist, there is no better drug to wake up.

I have a saving fart, born in Latin America