Canto De Un Dios

Sometimes when I'm alone,
my doubts start to creep in,
Wondering if I've been played
just to mock my pride.

I look at the scene in a way
feeling that if I turn around,
the desire disappears
and the images fade away,
and things only exist if I see them.

I wake up, turn, and see myself,
a slave to my passions.

And in front of my visions,
I perceive myself.

I dreamed I was alive
and I even knew us.

I hated them and loved them,
but I'm not in the right
because you all are products
of my imagination.

So many invisible worlds,
the knot, its explanation,
the iron of passion,
the possible solutions.

Obsessive invisibilities,
the blood of those who fight,
skeptics who get anxious
and don’t believe in my message.

I was the one who invented language,
to feel that I'm being heard.

The trap I set for myself
was created for many people,
some I raised as beggars,
tall, one-eyed, and others sweet,
I also forged the lights
of my excited madness.
The countries, the waterfalls, and everything that exists today,
I gave the bird its seed,
and life to the human form.

(get the blood out, violin)

Obsessed with beauty, I set out to invent its causes
and found that I find high things,
by the grace of the small.

I made ugliness so beautiful
that in its appearance it allows,
in life, twists, surprises, and circumstances.
Only because of ignorance does truth exist.

The frigid and the feeling
will be a meeting in existence,
desire,
and resistance have always been in me.

Let my will be to live this mystery,
I’m willing to pay
with the vagabond, and share with anyone
because the day I die,
the world will come to an end.