I do not know how to stop the wind of my propellers,
the hurricanes of my vertices.
We do nothing but transit.
It would be better
that I begin
and I got closer,
to the point of almost touching
the laughter of darkness.
But give up,
like the chair gave up,
as the blush was given
of the best sunset.
Surrender,
you have no choice
but to give yourself love,
surrender,
that in your joy I become strong,
surrender... give me your weapons
without condition,
I take no prisoners
in my heart.
God My dear, tell me what I can do to say goodbye.