Everything seems like a mountain
To climb,
Without elixir, without savings,
Without a future
The troubles that are moving away,
The best or the worst

Everything seems like a peak
To reach,
Too many "too much", "not enough"
To embrace,
Regrets to complain,
Remorse to cry,
I don't know what to think anymore

I've known vertigo
The fate
That crashes or flies,
And endlessly,
The nothing or the prestige
Seemingly, without understanding
"Yesterdays" without tomorrow

It's always a mountain
The ideas
That arise and win me over,
Without winning
That scare me, that move away
I bleed myself, I heal myself
I don't know where to go anymore

The pink mountains
The highs that cause debates,
Too many lows,
My prose dries up or flows,
The assault and the battle,
Give up too soon,
I give up or I dare,
I don't give much for my skin,
Barely dead, already blooming

I've overcome the war
In my heart
And the fear in my nerves
In sweat
From the ardor of my verses
Happiness upside down
I no longer know its smell

I've fought hell
The demons
That stick to me, that squeeze me
On my heels
Under the forehead the prayers
Of a mother without religion
Who doesn't know what to do anymore

The pink mountains
The highs that cause debates,
Too many lows,
My prose dries up or flows,
The assault and the battle,
Give up too soon,
I give up or I dare,
I don't give much for my skin,
Barely dead, already blooming

The pink mountains
The highs that cause debates,
Too many lows,
My prose dries up or flows,
The assault and the battle,
Give up too soon,
I give up or I dare,
I don't give much for my skin,
Barely dead, already blooming

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