Don y Maldición

Between the infinite and the instant,
the dance of luck is in the air,
stirring up every drop,
of the wise sap of chance.

Between the visible and the invisible,
there is hope in my sorrow,
I just have to observe,
the essential strands.

Let the river answer me,
I want it to tell me,
what gift did the ancestor serve?
and what curse did he leave to the descendant?

Between one thing and another,
life seems so beautiful,
but in contrast and in the end,
superficial as the skin.

Let the river answer me,
I want it to tell me,
what gift did the ancestor serve?
and what curse did he leave to the descendant?

Between the past and the present,
I wander aimlessly in the world,
walker of sands,
I am.