Heart, it's better to be sincere
Than to be hidden
Under the shadow of crosses
To have your hands
Open to the wind
Better than joining together las
For the fear of life
What is the value of the after
If the present is alone
Why suffer?
Earth over the eyes
Full of modesty
And the burning chest
is finally
Better to be argent
Than to be a prisoner
Of this silver mine.

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