Desdén

Although my life is full of shadows,
I don't need to love, I don't need to,
I understand that loving is a pain,
A pain of love and of infinites.

I don't need to love, I'm ashamed,
To love again as I have loved,
Every repetition is an offense,
And every suppression is a forgetfulness.

Scornful like the gods,
I will continue fighting with my fate,
Without listening to the frightened voices,
Of those poisoned by death.

I don't need to love, it would be absurd,
To repeat the sermon of the mountain,
That's why I must carry until I die,
All the biting hatred that accompanies me.

Scornful like the gods,
I will continue fighting with my fate,
Without listening to the frightened voices,
Of those poisoned by death.

I don't need to love, it would be absurd,
To repeat the sermon of the mountain,
That's why I must carry until I die,
All the biting hatred that accompanies me.