Protect me,
that i'am immune to mood swings.
And in the silence that persuades this forest,
you go near me.
Because embraced
and with America in hand,
we travel without borders,
while the world falls.
Defend me,
that i'am the amplifier of a storm,
the boredom of an empty beach,
the regularity of a Saturday at the disco,
The bitter illusion that tomorrow is better.
Look at that star,
and if it falls is because
it looks for your face,
Who inspires dream, poetry,
places his weapons.
Because you are a very heavy breath, which would trample my destiny,
it would eat it with the butterfly's mouth.
Are you all that a leaf needs to stay,
you are all that the Sun needs to turn off.
