Testamento

As death walks in secret
And it's unknown what tomorrow
I will make my testament
To repeat what I lack
For what I had is already done
It's already sheltered, it's already home
I will make my testament
To settle dreamed accounts
I owe a song to the smile
To the spring smile, the one that jumps
I owe a song in a hurry
So it remains that it was close, lurking

I owe a song to what I knew
To what I knew and could only be silence
I owe a song, one that occupies
The amount of gag, love of an oath

I owe a song to the sins
To the sins I didn't spend, the ones I couldn't
I owe a song not as a brother
Just as salt that also alludes to the delecter

I owe a song to the lie
To the small, fragile lie, almost saved
I owe a hardened song
A killer song, brute, bloodthirsty

I owe a song to the opportune
To the opportune mutilator of every wing
I owe a dark-toned song
To chain him to wander his eternal dawn

I owe a song to the borders
To human borders, not to those of mystery
I owe a song not so new
Like the most elementary voice of schools

I owe a song to a bullet
To a projectile that should have waited for me in a jungle
I owe a desperate song
Desperate for not being able to see her

I owe a song to the companion
To the risky companion, to the victorious one
I owe a new song of singing
A common flag that flies with history

I owe a song, one to death
One to the voracious death that will eat so many
I owe a song in which it sinks its teeth
And then spreads with the explosion fires of song

I owe a song to the impossible
To the woman, to the star, to the dream that launches us
I owe an indescribable song
Like a candle inflamed in the wind of hope