Outside smells of vertical impurity,

And the calluses of injustice hurt my feet,

"It's only an insatiable road,"

What pushes me at ease, as if for good,

No break, no rest towards you.

I don't know if the stamina of the moments hurts me,

Or the slow walk defeated by the dancing of the fairies,

A cup of love is handed to me again,

Warm and mythical, squatting in print,

No break, no rest towards you.

The bad weather is burning and I would love to,

Immerse yourself in the forever insightfull room,

Don't be too gentle or too gloomy,

Neither fell back into tears, nor pulled through the lake.

Despite the night to be good in faith, a foundation,

You run into me through smile and anger,

Only the young kiss to dominate you in a flash,

To spend the pulse of the day distilling the cloud,

Through the proud rocks to find our love at the beach.