Corre Rocker

Recognizing the emptiness,
The loneliness the winner;
Implies losing a lot of yourself,
For being in competition.
Distrust of absolute truths,
I believe in personal growth,
Experiences over concepts,
I search without ever finishing finding.
I am the reflection of past lives,
The result of my contradictions,
I vampirize those around me,
They fear me and desire me.
Winning is also losing,
The sound of your inner rhythm,
To win is sometimes to fall
To regain the sound.
My tongue never sleeps,
Disguised as a cultivated outcast,
I accept challenges
Or I love myself too much.
Entangled in provisionality,
I travel alone towards immortality,
On one-way roads
That have drawn on my face,
Dreams of rock and roll.