Ay, La Vida

Life is something else,
if with the same desire...
you follow it, without expecting anything else.

Life is different
if patience wins...
when loneliness fills the loneliness.

Life is another story,
yes, then suddenly...
you bring everything out, as it happens inside...

They are just a few days,
lent by time...
the sum of subtracting,
the scars of the saddest moments.

Life is only one,
among all lives...
a gray hope, a blink and a kiss.

A melancholy,
a child returning,
life always like this,
if only I could tell you more about life.

Life is more than less,
if discovered in time,
that all the tremendous and
terrible things of these days...
are the veins of memory.

Life is what happens,
while we plan...
life ahead, what will happen to us
if we stay or go.

Life is the miracle, sincerely loved...
the guilt of dying, the
lies, the truths
that remain on this side...

Life is unexpected,
simple and complicated... absurd and selfish...
loving, intelligent,
extraordinary and heartless.

Life is enough,
if it doesn't end then...
when the end is found...
where the past meets nothing.