Algo de Suerte
Rockdrigo González
Some Luck
In this endless boxing ring,
in this store of disposable human beings,
in the summary of conjugated archetypes,
of hard times exploited everywhere.
Sometimes I feel that the armor
that keeps me safe is falling,
from moving everywhere;
and then I think that...
I have run with some luck,
in these pages drawn by death,
I think that...
you have run with some luck,
in these pages drawn by death.
(it repeats from the beginning)
