Because between being blind and being wise
Look more who locates the question first.
And it is a colloquium of an ephemeral dream,
That never stops waking up.

And on my lip the last kiss that was true faints.
Being a line with words that break
when they manage to form what nobody knows.

The truth is wonderful when you finally meet her.
And it is a volcano cloud that heats the blood.
We superimpose ideas with such arrogance
of not listening to the debate when someone talks to us

And we sell truths that are really false
to a beggar with glasses who also cheats us.
And between both deceptions
everyone wins
But who speaks when nobody sees it earns more.

And the truths diverge in several ways.
Where everyone travels on opposite roads.
Where he who does not want to see falls asleep.
And he is imprisoned by others who see more than him.

On the roads that illuminate dark minds,
The end of the path of everything hidden.
That's where the curious few are,
but they close the doors with an "I don't know"

Obsess the idea of ​​opening a mind
It closes to the rhythm of the wrong truths.
But a sky with fire spits alone
when the most false
flood your mind.