Todos Enquantos

All my so many are yours
All while
All my saints, atheists!
Since when our enchantment faded

I pretend to be an angel, Orpheus!
Eases the commotion
With your care

Say how much is so much?
I don't even know
Where to look
There is a happy mistake
In not wanting to see
That it's a gift: to start over!

All my so many are yours
All while
I pretend to be drama, Romeo!
Pretend we are still
Who wrote us!

Become who you are
Song
Light
Growing
Transcend

Do not risk believing in the intuition that in vain
Makes us fade away