Each soul resides in a fragile sphere, A bubble shaped by struggles and fear. Its walls reflect the weight we bear, But will we dare to pierce the air? The barriers hold, so firm, so tight, Guarding our hearts from day to night. Yet, do we pause to twist or toggle, To break the shell despite the struggle? When bubbles burst, the world expands, A chaos of dreams in trembling hands. Will you climb the ladder, bold and free, Or tumble down in uncertainty? The splinters fall, the platters crash, Moments ignite in a fleeting flash. Will you hoard the shards in bitter sorrow, Or serve the feast to greet tomorrow? Does it matter, this fleeting fight? Do dreams ascend or fade from sight? I pray they soar, untouched by shatter, For hope’s the spark that truly matters.

Por senderos oscuros mi alma vagó, con pasos cansados, pero nunca paró. Aunque el lamento en mi pecho crecía, confié en mi mente, que alumbra la vía. Los días amargos enfrenté con valor, y el cielo giró con un nuevo fulgor. Qué raro prodigio, qué dulce sentir, cuando todo en la vida comienza a fluir. Gracias a las almas que cruzan mi andar, sus risas y manos me ayudan a amar. Gracias por el mal, que al herir me enseñó, que cada caída un sentido formó. No tengo riquezas, ni finos blasones, mas soy millonario de puras pasiones. Cada amigo sincero, cada instante de paz, es un tesoro que brilla y no muere jamás. Hoy no hay falsedad que empañe mi cielo, mi paso es firme, mi canto es anhelo. El hombre de bien, con su obra sincera, siembra luz en el mundo y su vida prospera.

They preach to trust in their reserve, But do they hand us what we deserve? They swear the system’s rigged, not fair, Yet how many cuffs have clamped out there? The powerful sit, their hands so clean, While we’re stuck sifting through the unseen. Keep probing deep, asking too much, They’ll hush you quick with a golden touch, You don’t toy with their guarded stash, Or your days might end in a sudden flash. Their wealth’s a wall, a sacred line, Cross it, and fate won’t be so kind. Walk steady, run, or take to flight, Cling to the rules you hold as right, No soul will blink if you should cry, Your pleas just echo, passing by. The world keeps spinning, cold and fast, Your voice a whisper in the vast.