A story, an ascent, a road, a pencil, a microphone, a narrow one with blood between the fingers. May God curse us, I feel his footprints, of a cross engraved with boiling oil on the forehead. A bastard soul, a blind conviction, a refuge, a look, a search for attention. In balance between deep hatred and redemption, I chose the mercy of eternal damnation. Hey, you know I wasted too much time, I don't know if you found it. Who says it's marked, who says it's marked? The indelible, there is only a marked destiny. You were looking for comfort in a crooked man, but the fateful breath is already short. For us there is no cure, there is no medicine, if you want I feel alone when you are near me. Consciousness washes dry a cold shower of blood. I'm so lost that I can't find myself anymore. Nothing happens from nothing, I'm sure of it. My ambition has far exceeded my talent. If I could erase all the evil, I would do it as an absence. Tonight, and how many times I would have wanted to scream, but I remained silent. Thinking about the things I've lost, imagining it was different. I haven't looked at myself in the mirror for months, and I can't help but suspect that inside of me there is that mask that they put on me. Like an alien to go home, I aim at the stars and I'm halfway. As a child I was happy when it snowed, now traffic blocks, ruins the day. In the middle of a crowd of voices that claim to have a radar and hear only that lonely one that is infamous. That then fame has no utility or importance. When you see who you love go away on the ambulance. Then I apologized to heaven for my whole life, while the nurse put her tubes in her arms. I prayed to God, I took the money, my bike and my career, but not to take my girl away from you. In a moment just to really understand what matters. To realize for a time that no one lives forever. How many Sundays at home in Angovera instead of going to see my grandma. Now I miss the sweet life, I miss it bitterly. Because when you run to win, you don't see what you lose. Your mom calls in the office, you answer in a hurry with nerves. Among those who are too far ahead, who arrive late, however, no one is on time. I want to cut the rope, rather than wanting to cut the finish line. If I could erase all the evil, I would do it as an absence. Tonight, and how many times I would have wanted to scream, but I remained silent. To think about the things I have lost. To imagine it was different. I haven't looked at myself in the mirror for months. And I suspect that in my breast there is that mask that they put on me. I am... Lighter than ash We fly away if the wind blows hard More precious than a diamond that Becomes light when outside at night Becomes light when outside at night Thanks for watching!