Iberia Sumergida

I woke up
With fists tightly closed
And the insolent rage
From my youth

Naivety
It absolves us from making mistakes
Let everyone contribute what they know

They made you bread
And there we consume you
And revenge is such a useless contraption

This is my site
And this is my thorn
Submerged Iberia
In their clandestine rumors

Formulate questions
With seeds of response
And I know your path by heart

I do not believe in reason
Of the majority
And his proprietary hugs
No way out, they give way out

Now that
You suffer from insomnia
You would like to die from a nap

This is my site
And this is my thorn
Submerged Iberia
In their clandestine rumors