Razón de Ser

I ask my being where it wanted to go today,
because I didn't understand it, because it slipped away from me,
and it seems cruel to me that it walks without my reason.
Suddenly it left and I didn't see it anymore,
and hours later it returned for the truce and peace,
and I don't know how to correct its rhythm

It kneels down like someone desperate,
tries to beg for alms from himself to see.
If what is possible reaches me, if I promise what is dreamed,
swearing that hand in hand one cannot go crazy

It seemed to understand that I wasn't talking too much,
that it felt restless, that it could try,
and today my being misses me, which escaped again.
It doesn't even make me angry anymore, I can't follow it,
it prefers to live from a flower to the coffin,
losing its mind is how it wants to go

It kneels down like someone desperate,
tries to beg for alms from himself to see.
If what is possible reaches me, if I promise what is dreamed,
swearing that hand in hand one cannot go crazy
And today how are you, I feel like myself,
but it annoys me to reflect

It must not be easy to endure the truth,
not even when it's for good, much less when it's bad,
I ask my being when it's going to burst.
I don't have to speak anymore or pretend,
what didn't happen to me I won't suffer,
and my being got stuck where my end lives

It kneels down like someone desperate,
tries to beg for alms from himself to see.
If what is possible reaches me, if I promise what is dreamed,
swearing that hand in hand one cannot go crazy
And today how are you, I feel like myself,
but it annoys me to reflect.