Otra Forma de Sentir

And if he likes to walk barefoot on the road of the sun
And walk on burning glass
And if he was born with the color of the morning without light
If you can't see by looking in that mirror
It's time to grow knowing the root well
And to embrace the stem of another branch
It's time to grow inside and outside of you
And to understand the fire of another flame
And if he was born where the rain didn't wet the city
Where the sand named a desert
And if he lived looking for the side of his real sex
If you don't see yourself dancing in that body
It's time...
Open your eyes and your heart
Learn to see what you don't see
Another way to feel
Kiss us kiss us and light up
The light of living
And if he likes to discover where no one looked
And decide when to hide
And if he says nothing because he doesn't want to say anything
And if he wanted to be ashes and get lost
It's time...