Que No S'acabi Mai

At the starting line
I stretch and stare
At the horizontal ribbon at the end
For the first time
I am certain that, before falling dead
Today, finally, I break it

When I'm on the ground and everyone looks at me
And the photographers approach me and take me from the side
There will be a journalist from a national newspaper
Who will write that the champion, lying on the track, was trembling and repeating
May it never end
May it never end
May it never end
May it never end

In this room, with white walls
You help me get dressed and you have reminded me
Of the athletics track and that precise moment
At the finish line where, immortal, I was trembling and repeating
May it never end
May it never end
May it never end
May it never end