I sail on a wild river, in its flow and expanse
heat or cold doesn\'t matter, I only hear the song
of my free will.
In gloomy places, where illusion succumbs
tedium defeats vigor, hope is pure fire
that dispels weariness.
The soul that was born imprisoned and achieves freedom
does not usually negotiate it in exchange for a promise.
I come from worn-out fields and from a very hard struggle,
from tasting poverty and the lack of freedom.
My heart is filled with joy and love;
I want to give my best to precious friendship.
I recently felt the pain that fate has in store for us
a close loss that shook my life.
It\'s not common to find a chest where you can cry
the words that will give you back the confidence
to continue working your land in freedom.
I love that simple hand that reached out to me in my sorrow
that, breaking the barriers of indifferent silence,
knew how to cancel the distance to tell me it was present.
Here I am, with myself, dreams and hopes are moving forward,
fueling the passion that encourages us to live,
grateful to be here and to be able to share.