Resumiendo
Santiago Feliu
Summing Up
It was so close,
To reach this moment...
Where life dies to live,
It was all running
Towards a knowing without knowing,
Against the wind...
It was like making love... to time.
It was so soon,
That I almost don't remember,
The laughter on your face, your romantic and tender love...
Enchanting luck in every moment...
It was like making love to time.
It was growing,
The shape of this song,
That dims lights behind it...
Fantastic charm...
Boyfriend of the sadness of inventions...
It was like making love... to a tale.
Life deserves,
To never make mistakes...
Because it crushes its dream,
Time dies on us...
The time we had to love...
Life lives,
With and without us,
But our life
Determines the space of its own mark
Lived in body and soul.
The whole life,
The one that never suffices,
To put it back together...
It all hurries,
It accompanies itself...
And it unravels.
One day life,
Awakens dead...
Then calm down,
Feel, live, and save...
Life while it lasts.
