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did not want to pretend

I do not want to lie

not really know what to put in front, so I decided better shut up.

Callar

Callar

Like that woman I ever imagined with horror, I watched anxiously wondering how will hear his voice.

street to avoid the mistake I guess

To not go around handing out judgments rickety,

order not to die trying

order not to lose, not knowing what lose

Because I do not know,

Because the truth, you never know well

should Intuition achieve but I am not of those who understand ... or would Mario, I will come wisdom when it no longer knew where they fall, when it no longer and enjoy temperance to understand ...

I wanted to tell the truth and then I learned that you never know

Then I wanted to tell my truth and I knew I never really know

I look forward always find the signature of the universe in the way to leave the mine written down, then what has happened in my life there.

I was looking for something to wave the banner, because I've always loved the colors and the winds, but there was no material to write on the findings

And the brushes had their own language (Russian or Macedonian) in the Hispanic world in which it was considered a picture of the afterlife but come close.

I was looking for something to sing the anthem of my life, because I've always loved the vibration and the sounds of the womb, but the horror of I was leaving there dumb and howls of despair were clouding my staff.

I was looking for an outfit that told me what I was podíay suits all the confusion that they loved me.

Without land, clothes, no anthem or flag, he had broken what he meant by truth.

Way several years following only the pulse of my blood.

seems a good compass until it was winter and the beat down to death, to emerge at times from the ice, and thinking there was more truth in glaciers.

And there was.

Truth

never know

Find is lose, lose is to find

I said all time to stop asking, because the ear of the universe was sick of me.

I said give him time, let him

May I respond when I could empty their obituaries and your mailbox.

When stamps have again said, when photographs

And I started to shut up again to wait

and watched in silence the edges of the window

never know when to stop asking and you never know when to stop waiting

Truth

Nunca se sabe…

Nunca sabremos la verdad

Nunca

Verdad?

 

Yo seguía esperando en la ventana y cuando quise mover mi impulso, tenía varias raíces en el alma

Quise mover mi esperanza y tenía rocas en el espíritu

Quise mover mi anhelo y el amor se hizo arena

grain falling on my head

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

Truth

never know when the wait is going to pass by and we will become shadows

never know when will the last minute

When it's time that all is lost

When we are buried in what we thought

never knows where life takes

Because we are blind, amnesia and poor

Because go around, blindfolded of sadness

escaping death We walk in the opposite direction

I do not want to lie

And so I'll shut

not want to miss my early

And so begins ... nothing

Truth

I wanted to know the truth

wanted to understand the universe and life

wanted have been different, especially

wanted me because over the pettiness of the world

wanted to think that my youth were nothing, that my hope and desire would be enough

wanted to tell everyone that man was just tripping two or three times with the same stone, rather than have to experience to live

wanted to feel that could ; to understand without having to go through all the sorrows of the world

A great spirit, a great hope

The monumental work of a small size and powerful rebel

A contradiction in

A Length

wanted to avoid various roads

Because considered unnecessary

I believed him to death and reflected

I believed him , those who lied trying to reconcile the worlds

believed the captains and soldiers

And then repudiated their civilian in killing fellow

Le believed the man who thought was great

And then those who said I was a little

I thought many things as truth, not wanting to believe and sometimes wanting

I wanted to believe in something because we need all the fires out where

And I thought

And then I tried to live with it and did not work

then tore all my skins to see if I was

And when I was swimming in my blood I wondered if I would

truths

I covered my wounds pamphlets

The ink was diluted

The precepts of me died

The truth will never know the truth

And I pluck weeds this my small, poor and new conviction.

Precarious , call us

Those who do not understand that there are things that are not understood

And complain to us as we smile

And out there saying that they value our efforts

But in every corner we look with pity and contempt because they do not fully fit into this life.

We look with pity and contempt

Because we do not end

Why not start

Because we were breathing the air that is becoming less

infants special We

Now we are misfits

We were curious teenagers

We are now others ...

This will also

And always be possible to have land and flag

But you know, it

never know.