It is true that I fled from the pomp and tinsel
And that I never put any chimera for sale,
I always avoided being a subject of laurels
Because living was dizzying and not a race.
But I want you to tell me, love,
That not everything was shipwrecked
For having believed that loving
Was the most beautiful verb...
Tell me. ..
My life depends on it.
It is true that I did not do without any labyrinth
That threatened with a dead end
Faced with another “more of the same” I believed in the different
Because living was search and not a lair.
It is true that when I learned that life was serious
I wanted to burn it quickly playing with fire
And I burned myself defending my own criteria
Because living was more than some rules in game.