Lo Juro

Let me calm my cowardice,
with the happy thought of raising my fist.

And even if fear weighs heavily
you will find false silver and false stamp.

Let me ease my uncertainty
with the tale of man and his complexes.

That the outline of your smile and your frown
will reach my humiliation like a blaze.

Let me feel weak,
already defeated,
let me be dragged in servility.

My soul decapitated in the abyss
from there I must return upright.

Leave me alone, but don't leave me.
Let me suffer, but don't suffer for me.

See how the bonfire devours me
and stoke the fire so it doesn't cease.

I, with Satan himself on my back
from hell itself towards the stars.

I must fly over my own grave
with life on my right and left.

I will tear from the biting sin
the faith of a Christ,
the tenacity of a tree,
or the same cloister will lose its validity
where God himself sat his years.