In my room there is a blank sheet of paperOn it I can write verses never read before
I can write everything I knowI am no Márquez or poetry genius
I do not know all the mysteries of the worldBut, I have realized the world revolves around us
And this world comes and asks me..?Why do you sit alone in the shadow of my hell?Come into the depths of my world...
The world loved me just as I love it,I would stand for hours looking around.In it I saw some wonders..Children, pearls, that shone like the rays of the sunBoys and girls who stroll with soul, with love.The elderly, whose souls old age seems to have worn away
Amidst longing and painOn the horizons of life I was reborn again
Tonight no one stops meTherefore, I can writeEverything I know, and that it seems to me I know nothing.
