SEVEN KEYS

Seven keys, seven souls unread. 

Who did not have calculus and

Sin had one. 

They stopped on a long one-way

Street to rest. 

But it did not work. 

Sin only fades in the denaturation

Of love. 

Which for her surpasses herself

And who does not count on him? 

Only for her, he hopes. 

As in a bullfight, I will oppose

My feelings. 

That I will live with them tyrannically.

Whoever wins will endure me. 

And whoever can stand me will 

Live with me. 

Whoever does not win in time

As a hermit will be. 

To counteract the pain, 

I will flee my principles. 

My principles commands, 

Let them be forgotten. 

I will wash my mind again. 

And I will count again

The principle I owe you. 

For the time they lived together

And were longed to endure,

The emotions they did not give

And for them, they will be born.