Gracias

We finish early
If you put in your part against me
I was born poor
I had to pretend at the party

It has rained so much
And they have made me golden nonetheless

When the cold comes
We will have to go out to compete

I know myself and it's not enough for me
That it will happen again
It only comes back reduced by half

I consider it an art
To settle in the disaster and continue

Lost and scared
At the same time delighted to endure

One is oneself
Until they speculate with their bread

I met the abyss
The year we aspired to more

I turn five years old every week
I break things unintentionally
I convince myself that today is not like yesterday
I dance at home, I burn on social media
I get used to descending
To the most human hell I found

I stop my mind for ten minutes
When I think I'm fine
I thank my wife every day
And yet tomorrow others will come
To tell us how to do
What we already fear before we are born

I stick with the hand
That I know will not let me fall