Tempos de Desertos

The borders of the heart are the gateway to purity. The path traced with faith. What keeps me standing.
I get lost in stays, times when I was with myself. Before knowing how to lie, brother, smile.
Today the ground is cold, without dreams of conquest. The window was taken away, and a wall put in place.
I risk myself in the concrete where the fall injures me. Pure strategy. Money and its woes.
I admire the most beautiful of flowers and their scents. But as a child, I added other values.
One life - a thousand loves. In reality, living is getting excited. Personally, I find myself in the fall.
I see you on the rise, in the sudden death of life. From here my heart does not let go.
My mirror? The most romantic prophet of the ages. Who gives life to the new dawn for love to be born doubly.
Wiping the face of those who cry. It's not an option. Fractal, brother, because when I pray I cry.
I still visit this infertile ground, because I breathe hope. Although the sun doesn't shine here.
Only God's love redeems. Who are we in this vastness, brother? Desert times...
(Seek the oasis of lucidity, brother...)
I need the pen and paper. Nothing else to live, just seeing you well makes me everything.
What I should know, what I should be as a person. I don't even need to re-educate myself from here.
I left behind barriers that I passed and fell, I demolished myself here, I need myself to rebuild.
But without anyone it's meaningless, I live for strangers I don't even know and I thank them for being alive.
I feel like a risk in contact. A smile confronts me, I hesitate feelings, detachment disassembles me.
Too much purity twists everything, not everyone is pure enough, each betrayal is a flood of tears.
Bitter life, living another passage written by fear and lack of action.
For real, bro, I give you advice to live, don't let go of the hand of those who would give up everything for you.
Find a thousand reasons to live, or survive, uncle, in these desert times.