Por La Mañá

And it's because in the morning you will realize that time
says it comes and goes while stealing your breath.
It says it comes and goes without letting you make noise.
And without realizing it, you will be, you will be its silent witness.
In the morning
the things you seek are still sleeping.
Patience, patience,
with a lot of patience you will realize,
that waiting is a gift
that the virgin of time grants to few.
No matter how hard you try
the night doesn't come sooner just because you run
Help me, I don't understand anything.
Help me, my mind is still not ready.
The waves take away my last smiles.
The wind steals joy from me and steals my life.
And it's because in the morning...
Come tell me the things I haven't heard yet.
If you think you can teach me, I'm ready.
My body tires, my mouth dries up, and my face gets wet
with black tears that have not yet found
meaning in things.
I'm afraid of madness.
I'm afraid of the lie of sanity.
I'm afraid of those who smile and stab me,
silver knives coming from the fear
of those who still haven't understood
that it's because in the morning...