Minueto

I want the little things
Simple and certain
That leave a mark as they pass by
I go through life head-on
Looking at people
I don't pretend to hide anything
I'm from a place
Where the wind calms down upon arrival
Where no one is better or worse
But equal
Their ideal doesn't matter
I have no age
I don't boast about being liberal
I don't like when someone talks
Who can't speak
Or when fate judges me
Between bohemian and bourgeois
My blood complains
No one wants to listen to it
And even if something else is said
It's red and not pink
Which is its natural color
I'm from a place
Where the wind calms down upon arrival
Where no one is better or worse
But equal
Their ideal doesn't matter
I have no age
I don't boast about being liberal
I don't like when someone talks
Who can't speak
Or when fate judges me
I go beyond
Hand in hand with my loneliness
Companion of the wind
That will take me
I search for a land and a sea
From a place
Where the wind calms down upon arrival
Where there's no better or worse, just equal
Their ideal doesn't matter