Algo de Suerte

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)