Su Ración - La Vela Puerca

El abrazo de hoy no le dió fuerza

Y ahora está rezongando su vil condición

Sólo quiere tener la recompensa

Y seguir abrazando la falsa emoción

El espejo la encuentra dando vueltas:

«Que si voy, que no voy y que pienso de mí»

El impulso le dura hasta la puerta

Que difícil bajar y poder sonreír

Se lastima pensando que de eso ya se escapó

Que nunca va a volver, que todo fue un error

Y añorando evadirse, coloca su destrucción

Sobre una mesa cruel que esboza rendición

Un amigo no amigo vive cerca

Y la tienta sabiendo que no hay corazón

Una hoja le sirve de cometa

Y se va destrozando las nubes y el sol

Si hoy la vieras, rozando un atisbo de lucidez

Habría que festejar o arrancarle la piel

Caminar por la cuerda de todo le sienta bien

No quiere despertar y así se va a romper

Su camino está lleno de sus piedras

Cada vez cuesta más apartarlas de ahí

Una chance la agarra de las piernas

Y, secando el sudor, hoy la ayuda a subir

Una risa se cuela por dónde nunca pensó

Y se promete dar lo que nunca se dió

Aunque sigue volando despacio, va a ser mejor

Poder aterrizar sin perder el control

Ella lleva en su costal todo lo que no vivió

La certeza de lo más tibio que soñó

Y se acerca hasta sentir que todo lo puede hacer

Aunque eso signifique volver a nacer

Today's hug didn't give him strength

And now she's grumbling about her vile condition

She just wants to get the reward

And keep embracing the false emotion

The mirror finds her spinning:

«What if I go, what do I not go and what do I think of myself»

Her momentum lasts him to the door

How difficult to get down and be able to smile

She hurts herself thinking that she already escaped from that

That she will never come back, that it was all a mistake

And longing to escape, she places her destruction

On a cruel table that outlines surrender

A friend not a friend lives nearby

And she tempts her knowing that there is no heart

A leaf serves as a kite

And she leaves destroying the clouds and the sun

If you saw her today, bordering on a glimmer of lucidity

We would have to celebrate or tear his skin

Walking the rope of everything suits him

She doesn't want to wake up and so she's going to break

His path of hers is full of her stones

She increasingly costs more to separate them from there

One chance grabs her by the legs

And, drying the sweat, today she helps her up

A laugh slips through where she never thought

And she promises to give what she never gave herself

Although she keeps flying slow, she'll be better

Being able to land without losing control

She carries in her sack everything that she did not live

The certainty of the warmest that she dreamed

And she gets closer until she feels that she can do everything

Even if it means being reborn