Hay Que Saber Ser

Comic books, covered in dust,
Rest today in that closet.
Today they are just drawings, and my heroes
Are the ones I can admire daily.

I would like to know if it is common to find
Someone who fights promoting kindness.
And always responds with a smile
If adversity arises.

I have the pleasure of sharing my adventures
With a warrior, who with her heart,
Fights. And in a gesture of praise
I show her how I feel in the form of a song.

You have to know how to be a flower
While scythes fly.
Be a princess without a king
To hold you in his arms.
Know how to be an angel
In a permanent hell
I hope that life
Continues to introduce me to people
With a minimum degree of your sensitivity.
So I can still believe that,
There can be honesty.

Those who understand what I'm talking about
Know that this being, with emerald eyes,
Has the ability to awaken
A parade of emotions on the back.

Because, at some point, she believed she had her sun
And it went in search of another love.
And her soul, far from seeming like ice,
In the absence of that light, thought:

'Why should I anguish after its absence?
If that sun, like me, was formed from our love'
She closed the door with great caution
And waits for another star to merge with.

You have to know how to be a flower
While scythes fly.
Be a princess without a king
To hold you in his arms.
Know how to be an angel
In a permanent hell
I hope that life
Continues to introduce me to people
With a minimum degree of your sensitivity.
So I can still believe that,
There can be honesty.