Invisible

Nothing here, nothing there
Nothing to say, nothing to explain
Today not even the Sun will see me
Nothing to show, nothing to pretend
Nothing to judge, nothing to avoid
Today no one will hear my voice

So many lights, so many looks
What do they have so much to look at?
So much darkness, so much darkness

Because it's true, that I feel invisible
The times I prefer to be seen
And deep down, I just seek to be found
The times I prefer to disappear

I feel the power of seeing without being seen
When no one notices me
When I know I exist
I'm not Mephisto (hey!)
Nor the Antichrist (ah!)

I don't hide for pleasure but out of necessity
Like Houdini, unpredictable
Without magic or spell I become invisible
And I dig impassively the trench of my war
Begging: Swallow me earth!

I can be real, I can be fiction
Only material or only illusion
But I have control

And although I know I will never see it
I know there must be someone else
With the same intention as me

The essential is not seen by the eyes, that's why there are days I choose not to be

And that's my truth, and that's my truth

Because it's true, that I feel invisible
The times I prefer to be seen
And deep down, I just seek to be found
The times I prefer to disappear

I have gotten used to being transparent
Among the crowd that doesn't see me even though I'm present

And I feel absent only when I vanish
Wrapped in my smoke bomb
Wells described me, Dalí painted me
But no one understands why I'm like this
If they ask how I do it, no one answers
Not everything has an answer!

Because it's true, that I feel invisible
The times I prefer to be seen
And deep down, I just seek to be found
The times I prefer to disappear
The times I prefer to disappear
The times I prefer to disappear