So as not to make my icon pieces,
To save me among the unique and odd,
To give me a place in his Parnassus,
To give me a little corner in his altars.
I They come to invite me to repent,
They come to invite me not to lose,
They come to invite me to define myself,
They come to invite me to so much shit.
I don't know what destiny is,
Walking I was what I was.
There God, who will be divine:
I die as I lived.
They say they will drag me over rocks
When the Revolution collapses,
They will crush my hands and my mouth,
They will tear out my eyes and the clapper.
It will be that foolishness gave birth to me,< br/>The foolishness of what seems foolish today:
The foolishness of assuming the enemy,
The foolishness of living without having a price.