Mensaje

Today, that I'm not,
as you see, once again
with a tango that I can't shout...
I, who don't have your voice...
I, who can't speak anymore...

Message
with my old tenderness
as a child
lending you courage...

I, who throughout the journey
suffered your outrages
in my solitude...

Never wish harm,
after all
life, what does it matter!
If it's so finite and so short
that in the end,
the string is cut...

Don't be distressed by the corner
of pain,
and if love pays attention to you,
don't deny it your piece
of innocence,
believing in love...

Good and nothing more,
being good,
there's no hatred, no injustice, no poison
that can harm...

And today, that I'm not
it saddens me not to be
by your side, struggling with you...

You, who made me cry...
you, who were all resentment...

Message...
Message with which I tell you
that I'm your friend
and I pull the cart with you...

I, so small and naked
still help you
close to God