Alas

Only with our desire
that faithful companion,
I rummage through the dark drawer of memory
and now I can see better,
today maybe, I'll be born again
if I find in myself,
the strings that build the net,
so as not to fall
after jumping
you must know how to fly.
I look inside
looking for foundations to build on.
I wear out the soles carrying the idea
of how and why to live
so easy, it's easy to see
the bad and the good
without forgetting that after jumping
you must learn to fly.