El Témpano

Sometimes when I think all is lost
I'm going towards some of the forms of death
I shoot myself with a word
That was once so transparent to me
And in the tenderness of running water
I remember the arrival of some trains
Salts of the seas, curves of the ports
With barefoot women in the green
I go towards the fire like a butterfly
And there is no rhyme that rhymes with living
Don't stop, don't kill yourself
It's just another way to delay

And on quiet evenings, when I miss everything
I think that everything is not what I lost
A rose of faith and even at the cost of losing
You lose but you win
The fight is between equals, against oneself
And that's winning it!
Don't stop, don't kill yourself
It's just one more way to delay you

I remember the stillness of the earth
The stillness was inside
There is more belief in miracles
At the time of the burial
This man worked
Who will write your story?
The dried lime, the widow who dreams
Friends who stay the same
Glory in slippers, the empty vase
And who knows if he started to think
What do I live for?
I live not to lose!

I go towards the fire like a butterfly
And there is no rhyme that rhymes with living
Don't stop, don't kill each other
It's just another way to delay
Don't stop, don't kill each other
It's just another way to delay
It's just another way to delay
It's just another way to delay