Serpentina

Without much pleasure and scaring patience
The tighter the piggy bank
The price that inflates in your watercolor
With so much weed on the stage

Let's dance through the night that is stamped
And blow away the bad with confetti
No need to use so many words
To say from below I go up

Let the drum roll without a break
Give a separate point from a list
I carry your smile in my notebook
Like rain to the harvest, look with a long view

And in the banal, fingers on the head
And flush with the pump that rings
Don't let the chacra catch you off guard
With one of those faces, standing in the showcase

And with a punch in the soul
With moments of something and moments of nothing
No stretch to glory, wings as props
With rain and no umbrella, I still hope you follow me

I give you my five senses
My three requests, with my seven lives
Full of verses without gold, I suspect
Fortune in your laughter, without so many little stars

And whoever has the keys
Break the window
And whoever waits at night
Wait until morning
And whoever sees themselves in the mirror
Look at the one next to you
And whoever gives you their certainty
Of good and bad steps

Lucky that doesn't plant me
Rope that doesn't loosen
Tongue that if it gets muddy
Olé with the red skirt

Land that is not uprooted
Soul that does not abandon
Life that I do not lack
And a world for the crowd