I ...
I am that the world goes lost,
I am in life that is not north,
I am the sister of the dream, and this lucky
I am the crucified ... the painful ...
Shadow of mist and subtle esvaecida,
And that destination bitter, sad and strong,
Impels brutally to death!
Soul of mourning always misunderstood ...
I am the one who passes and no one sees ...
I am sad that call without being ...
I am the crying without knowing why ...
I am perhaps the vision that anyone dreamed,
Someone who came into the world you see me,
And never in my life that I found!
