Conceptos Partidos

From happiness, only faith remains
And from loneliness, a Sun that has already gone
Bipolar is the pole, but also knowing that you burn
And love comes from the sea because the 'a' goes with the air

Understanding is the grip of a heart without ego
Compassion is the passion for who set it on fire
Feeling has a 'lie' swimming in complexes
And remorse has an oar that takes them far away

Anxiety adds age to those who find it
But damage subtracts a year from those who feel it
Bravery gives us a voucher for hot soup
Because panic gives bread to those without teeth

Hope is a wait for the supernova
That won't leave the sky to touch your alcove
Cowardice only dirties by giving more praise
To the lie that is anger at the end of the broom

But anger goes away alone by putting an accent
It's like an open book, like the passage of time
Like letting out a nonsense without thinking
And accentuating it again to die dreaming

If the tear is locked for fear of crying
Health will wind it up to leave the room
The future is a poorly positioned pronoun
Because life reminds us of what it sees in the past

I throw words into the sea
To change their place
I adjust the gear
That corrects my sound
That's why my message
Still makes sense
When I turn back and look
They fade away and go
I write a song
With the dialect of a heartbeat
Because more than the heart
I have the broken concept

Suffering is the effect of being alive
While we pay loves with a cash check
Since diversity has always been the best dress
What does loneliness have?, if it has never had fun
I plasticized my eyes with sarcasm
So strong, that I can even see you if I mold them
We seek organisms that fill us with enthusiasm
Why leave with sadness?, if we come for orgasm

In silence, words are batteries without lithium
You tend to forget the absence to make more room
Miserable is the person who loves pessimism
You will move the world as long as you believe in principles
I know you review each sentence to connect its ends
But sometimes questioning is changing the questions
If now my words rhyme to stay together
It's because my surprise factor is not giving what you seek

I throw words into the sea
To change their place
I adjust the gear
That corrects my sound
That's why my message
Still makes sense
When I turn back and look
They fade away and go
I write a song
With the dialect of a heartbeat
Because more than the heart
I have the broken concept