circumstances
Conditions You promised me That you would not change Now do not ask Here you are changing What is the secret of this change? Do I really ask? I know the answer You will say a hurried circumstance Am I replaced by the article? It is a delayed assassination You complain that the circumstances Invited you to move Took you to roam And forced you to wander So you do not know the way Nor the directions of reason Do not oppress fate And wait...slow down... We anchor the orbit In the boat of movement And we write the course In turn we represent And we read the letters In a fair port Perhaps it will tilt And to our knees it will pamper Either we walk Or it will be shackled With our heads spinning Searching for the one who calls And we are all waiting And our clothes are torn And we spread the shrine For the one we want to accept With a kind look And a kiss that dissolves And a passionate kiss For the one who makes sense The journey tires us And what we see does not reach Our difficu