El Terco

When my instinct cleans the glass
I knew that without looking I could still see
and defying the light I had clarity
when the darkest night was.
How much more, how much more is there to learn in life?
If until the glass shone I stumbled with so many shadows.
How much more, how much more, do I have a minute or eternity?
If it will always hit me, stubborn and clumsy I will be until the end. When my scream shatters the glass
I knew that freedom was for me
and defying structures I let myself be
and only had my own truth as a model.
How much more, how much more is there to learn in life?
If before I break the glass I saw thousands of dreams fall.
How much more, how much more, do I have a minute or eternity?
If it will always hit me, stubborn and clumsy I will be until the end.
If I get up and fall again
and if there are no more glasses, there will be a wall
to hit me over and over again.
Every time I die, I will be born again.
How much more, how much more, do I have a minute or eternity?
If it will always hit me, stubborn and clumsy, alone, until the end