Sometimes I think that it is a dream
because it is chaotic and fleeting
and other times that it is an eternal dream
just one way.
Contrary to a commanding voice ,
whether in war or peace,
we manage to improvise
a whole life...
Under some clearing between storms
or some lightning without light,
we were healing each affront
with each wound.
In other cases it has cleared up,
the monster lowered its head,
seeing that it did not turn away from us
a whole life...
With the energy that we still have left
and with the faith of the dreamer,
we know that there will be no one who can
give for fulfilled
this madness that unites us
with blows of rage and love
where forever remained immune
a whole life...
and so we have gone, step step by step,
without foresight for the future,
dodging the edge of failure
or flight.
And we made a balm for fear
and anger, elixir
and we lift with a finger
a whole life...

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