Íngreme

When I climbed, I descended
When I left, I returned
When I hurt, it hurt
When I made mistakes, it gnawed
But I learned

There is nothing
That can stop me
From being able
Or being strong enough
Wandering is the step
That is limited to being shallow

If I fall, let me dance
If I leave, let me walk
Even without knowing how to dance
Without imagining where
Not even where to go

There is nothing
That can stop me
From being able
Or being strong enough
Wandering is the step
That is limited to being shallow

If there are several steps, ties
They leave a trail
A ballast, a spread
The jump that once
Was so high
Now there is only the rebound
About the startle to the startled act
To the balance that augurs
The fear of falling
Falling

There is nothing
That can stop me
From being able
Or being strong enough
Wandering is the step that is limited
Except if it is steep