Atento, Alerta

I don't even know who I am in this life
I thought: What have I done in this world?
I am a person, a conscious being
Or am I an android? That works
Vote blank, go to the bank
Life my love, death my
Who am I?
Then I give myself up to dust on the ground

Attentive, alert
To what is offered to me
Pain, law
Hot, cold war
He arrives
I ride with the world of men
I forge my own life
I make the look a place of love
Chamber

Fight if you want
I run away armed with love
Weapons of an anxious lover
White, polished

I am a deserter, I deserted
I want to find poetry
Of the world and the poet
That made the rose pink
Stay in me who
Suffer loving
Overlapping love

I will be
Blind, deaf, dumb or world
Of those who give themselves to battles
But they don't print medals
They make the chest a place of pain
Chamber

Fight if you want
I run away armed with love
Weapons of an anxious lover
Polished whites

I am a deserter, I deserted
In love I find poetry
Of the world and the poet
That made the moon shine
Stay in me who
Suffer loving
Without disbelieving in love

Attentive, alert