La Inocencia

In these untimely storms of the journey
With the wind ahead and no logbook
At the helm
I want to believe that there is still a lookout
Who waits, beyond the horizon
For a stunning apparition
Because if it's true that there are no more voyages
That lead to other distant lighthouses
Away from the treasure in the chest
Let's set course for the port of graves
Where rests the other light
The one that gave life to the heart
Because to live
Is nothing more than unconfessed delinquency
When not even the incandescence remains
Of the fire that was
The innocence, the innocence
And when the gaze is just a spyglass
To travel through mazes
Where data is religion
I still believe in the question behind the mirror
Where the audacity occurs
Of reflection
Because if it's true that only the certain exists
That dreams are a breath
That gave to the irrationality
I will raise a great column in the desert
To dream that I am a dream
And that dreams, are just dreams
Because to live