Universo Reduzido

While I eat, drink, dream, and live the horizon
The birds come and go
Some friendly, fearless
Others, fast fugitives
Like the days that escape me half-lived through my hands

I saw hundreds of open, closed, undecided skies
I saw storms and eclipses
Summer, winter, autumn
Spring from the window
Of my reduced universe

And I saw smiles and sighs
Eyes attentive and lost
I saw dead flowers reborn
I saw my child's tooth exchange from within
From my expanded universe

And everything becomes a story to tell
At some point in the future
That promises to be better or darker
And it becomes a song to sing
Squeezed in the hand of an anxious heart
That wants very much to believe

And everything becomes a story to tell
At some point in the future
That promises to be better or darker
And it becomes a song to sing
Squeezed in the hand of an anxious heart
That wants very much to believe

In this crazy seesaw between the beautiful and the ugly
Between hope and despair
I live like this, between revolt and surrender
Resilience and resignation

In these days lived inwardly
Screamed inwardly
In an increasingly narrow space
To find redemption

And everything becomes a story to tell
At some point in the future
That promises to be better or darker
And it becomes a song to sing
Squeezed in the hand of an anxious heart
That wants very much to believe

And everything becomes a story to tell
At some point in the future
That promises to be better or darker
And it becomes a song to sing
Squeezed in the hand of an anxious heart
That wants very much to believe