I want the luck of a peaceful love
With the flavor of bitten fruit
Us in the beat, in the lull of the hammock
Quenching thirst in saliva
To be your bread, to be yours food
All the love there is in this life
And some change to guarantee it
And be an artist in our society
For hell and heaven every day
For poetry that we don't live
Transform boredom into melody
Be your bread, be your food
All the love there is in this life
And some anti- monotony
And if I find its hidden source
The honey and the wound reach you in full
And the whole body like a hurricane
Mouth, neck, hand , and your mind, no
Be your bread, be your food
All the love there is in this life
And some medicine that gives me joy