Libres

I have in my hands
the future of mine
the defeat of the past
the triumph of forgetting.

It shines in my eyes
the incandescent gaze
of the one who is no longer afraid
to death.

I'm crossing mirrors without looking,
there's nothing worse than falling into gossip.
It's not you, it's not you,
it's not you the owner of my identity
I have it in my hands.

Today the desire to live will prevail,
the desire to walk, the desire to escape,
and start again without money but free.

I have the future in my hands
the future of mine
the poisoned taste
of the sweetest of my wines.

I will interpret myself
to luck and destiny
inviting death
to my ultimate enemy.

I dance on crystal mirrors,
There's nothing better than breaking with gossip.
It's not you, it's not you,
it's not you the owner of my identity
I have it in my hands.

Today the desire to live will prevail,
the desire to walk,
the desire to escape
and start again without money but free.

Today the desire to go out will prevail,
the desire to be closer to you,
and start again without money but free.