Muy Lejos

Walking paths of blood, the soul hurts when you leave.

The memory of travelers is the greatest treasure there is.

Once I learned to listen to you, I couldn't speak again.

Your truth can calm me down but I'll still walk very far away.

I go as far as my peace went, which is already coming back.

Today I intend to imagine a world without law.

Memories don't hurt me, I never cry and it's not bad.

Inventing new steps, there will be time to go down later.

I have a blue sky ahead, sweating drops of salt.

Your truth can be very big but I'll still walk very far away.