Es Hora de Hablar

It's time to talk
From the chimera of another life
Of what we did not know how to express
Of the trapeze that oscillates in the face of nothingness
Of tragedies and triumphs that last a second
To alter destiny
And from the ice factory of oblivion

It's time to talk
Of the broken things I can't fix
That this humor has nothing to do with you
It's been a while since anything has ended
Fame is the opium of the successful
And luck is better than talent
And this moment is enough for me as a revelation

It's time to talk
Of the voices of men and their deception
On truth as a form of violence
Of pain and innocence
From infinity in your arms
And the limits of my body
And the haggling of my pure fiction fiction

It's time to talk
Of guilt and the mother of punishment
Of growing old among your enemies
From the slow process of collapse
And we never talk about what we need to talk about
Of sequences of omens that come true
And I want to do many things for you
The most possible
The most possible
The most possible
The most possible
The most possible

It's time to talk
From the chimera of another life