Entre Los Escombros

I saw you among the rubble
With your head down, gestures muted, defensive gaze

Wavy paths of lost, suspending feelings
Attention and confusions
That push desire
Towards dark drains
That forcefully dilute, and divide people

People are like stories
They start and end, have truths, lies
And sometimes are not told
Like bottles spinning wrongly and many watch
And everyone stays silent

I come without thinking that if I go, I won't return
I return but think, of not having come
Apparently, that's how the urban works

Without being a judge, neither of my own nor others' cause or mystery
Words and actions don't always have a remedy
But I believe in the liberation, of the soul and the body
Of the soul and the body!
It has its right

Once again among the rubble
In the work of your life, that you ardently built
And it may turn into ruins!
Like bottles spinning wrongly and many watch
And everyone stays silent

I come without thinking that if I go, I won't return
I return but think, of not having come
Apparently, that's how the urban works

Without being a judge, neither of my own nor others' cause or mystery
Words and actions don't always have a remedy
But I believe in the liberation, of the soul and the body
Of the soul and the body
Of the soul and the body
Of the soul and the body
Of the soul and the body
Of the soul and the body!
It has its right