Nascer, Viver, Morrer

To be born
To be born again right in the middle of life
Actually wake up and see each day
Things exist with strength and magic
And I am the consciousness of what I am
I want and I love and I can and I will

To live
In the reality where it is possible
Sometimes without even realizing you're alive
Sometimes in trouble, sometimes in peace
In the world, in the mind, in the dream and in being
In the rare infinite moment to live

To die
That absence is the presence of the nonexistent
Of silence with its giant volume
Limit beyond bad luck and good fortune
That proves there is life before death
That unites and separates the whole from the part

To be born
To live
To die
To be born