Fe, Línea Recta

You glide nimbly, always landing on your feet
The nations dependent on the day when again
You always walk in the same line you walk
You only retire when you finish so many lives
And today I swallow my saliva

The fear of losing 21 grams of weight
That keeps my flesh and blood disguise standing
Spiders putting the pairs of eyelashes together
You don't warn, you don't scold
What they say about you is nonsense
Strategy in your exploits

Before I became a straight line
I want to convert my right faith
I don't want this to be like the human one
Believers of the morning sun
They ignore your purr
But today I see you with my eyes

I want to caress you
I want to caress you
I want to caress you
I want to caress you