Sometimes when I am alone,
doubt appears in me,
If they have played a joke on me
to mock my decorum.
I look at the scene in a way
feeling that if I turn around,
the desire disappears
and the images give up,
and that things only exist if I see them
I wake up, turn around and look at myself,
I am enslaved by my passions
And before my appearances
I perceive myself
I dreamed that I was alive
even he knew us
He hated us and loved them
but I am not right
because you are a product of my imagination
So many invisible worlds
the knot, its explanation
the iron of passion
the possible solutions
Invincible obsessions,
the blood of those who fight
Skeptics who are anguished
and do not believe in my message
I was the one who invented language,
br/>to feel that they listen to me
The trap that I set for myself
was invented for many people
some of them were raised destitute,
tall, one-eyed, and others sweet
I also forged in the lights
of my excited madness.
the countries, the waterfalls and everything that exists today
I gave the bird seed, and life to the human form.
(draw blood violin)
Determined by beauty I began to invent its causes
and I found that I found highs,
by the grace of the little ones
I made ugliness so beautiful
that in its appearance it allows,
that in life surprises, surprises and circumstances
Only because there is ignorance does the truth exist.
The frijidas and the feeling,
will be an appointment in existence, the desire,
and the resistance were always in me
be my will to live this pecuniary mystery to pay
with the wanderer, and share with anyone because the day I die, the world is going to end.

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