Blanca Ironía

How many things are no longer here,
How many others will come,
Nothing is always forever,
Some go away and others come.
I know I can say today, without hurting or lying,
Who doesn't live in this life, between grief and utopias.

That's... that's life, that's... what irony,
Speaking always without words,
It caresses us or tears us apart.
Too much... too much...
Or differently the same.

Immersed in a disguise,
We let ourselves be trapped,
By the nets of memory
And the jellyfish of torment.

That's... that's life, that's... what irony,
One lives and dies for dreams,
Big or small