Con las alas del alma

With the wings of the soul spread to the wind,
I unravel the essence of my own existence
without faltering, and I tell myself I can
even in a constant
and I'm scared to death, but I keep going forward.

With the wings of the soul spread to the wind,
because I appreciate life to its fair extent
I reinvent love, and by living each moment
and enjoying each attempt, I know I achieve greatness,
with the wings of the soul spread to the wind.

With the wings of the soul spread to the wind,
beyond amazement I rise among rubble
without losing my breath
and I leave the shadows with some filament
and I climb onto the carpet with the magic of a tale.

With the wings of the soul spread to the wind,
I treasure the human when I reach out my hands
in favor of the encounter for the purest thing,
with which I feed on my bread of tenderness,
with the wings of the soul spread to the wind.

With the wings of the soul spread to the wind,
before each news of astonishment, of injustice,
I bleed inside
and I feel the people, their pain, their wounds,
because that's the only way I interpret life.

With the wings of the soul spread to the wind,
beyond history, lives without glory, honor or sustenance
I will keep from the writer his best thought
I want to love those who live with the wings of the soul
spread to the wind, to the wind, to the wind...