It's a big bang blast
That is a sand erosion
It's the god being the stigma
Of his supreme creation

It is the light that always signs
Like a sun that burns itself
Is the man being an enigma
From its own ecosystem

It's people's fear and it's their source of pleasure
Another day that the next doesn't feel like yesterday
Is the girl who senses that she has become a woman
And it is the girl from the West who has stopped growing

It's the rivetless anchor of the paper boat
Is to tell him to leave and write "stay"
It's the water when it rains with its tap dance
And it's the air that moves it where no one else sees it

It is the Eiffel Tower and Pisa and it is the Peruvian Cuzco
The pyramid of Giza slipping your hands
It is the Great Wall of China and it is the Petra of Jordanians
It is the Taj Mahal of India and it is the Roman Colosseum

They are the great wonders that precede the human
They are the bloods, they are the splinter, they are the tyrant's chair
It is his time and his blade the **** on the landing
An old man being young and it's Beethoven with his piano

It is the seed that emerged from the new green leaves
That in autumn they are wounds and in summer they are paths
They are small goodbyes, they are the big ones that we have left
That's what life is about, that's what a poem is about

It's a decade, a year, it's a day, it's a minute
It's all the time I invested in getting to know myself, paying off
It's the smoke that I tried to sell myself
It is the great luxury of the rebel who works while everyone sleeps

It is the Yin filling a sea of ​​tears for others
Being unable to remove the disguise and not looking back
It's the Yang, thirsty, dying, and out of breath
He's the tin man looking for his feelings

It's the ego's game, it's a blind man's creed
It is the I want and I cannot, it is he I refuse and it is fear
That book that always smells like new when you open it
It is to leave it for later without knowing if there is a later

Believe in the truth, fill empty consciences
It is swearing loyalty to me and always keeping what I promise
Tell those crazy things that you would never reveal
And it is that even the purest soul has disgusting secrets

It is the hunger for knowledge, the taste of it is never too late
The hipster artist who does it all in a big way
It is to lower the stars, remove heaven and earth
Is to be a sinner and throw the first stone

It is a love that has exceeded all my expectations
A good friend who made me change my perspective
With the undressed soul, breaking the schemes
That's what life is about, that's what this poem is about