A Letra A

The letter A of your name
Opens that door and enters
In the same house where I live
At the table that feeds me

The tile warms and covers
When at night it lies down
We think we choose
If we don't know, we invent

We just don't invent the pain
We face the evil
When we stand in front of the sea
We feel better

The bee is born and dies
And the wax it produces
Lights up when it drips
From the candle that guides me

Only the cars
Hundreds move and blow
Certainty is the ground of a property
I prefer the legs that move me

We in motion, love
We face the evil
When we stand in front of the sea
We feel better

We just don't invent the pain
We are the ones who face the evil
When we stand in front of the sea
We feel better