The ballad of Diego without rhymes

His bed was any path,

that was at hand of his fatigue,

and under the same sky as the others,

he tried to keep the shadow at his feet,

because having it controlled,

darkness would not reach his heart,

and nothing would contaminate it,

nor could anyone with his love hurt.

I had too many goals,

for just a starting point,

a faithful dog until a cat,

with his charms he took it,

had in his imaginary universe,

more answers than questions,

and that, definitely,

It did not help much to grow.

I worked on the great idea,

to build revolutions,

of those that disarm the monotony,

installed in light minds,

and so could, definitely,

give fight to the owners of greed,

and return the air for free,

to those who breathed borrowed.

Diego had errors in favor,

that attenuated their new mistakes,

I had a song that always sang,

because a fairy grabbed her in his soul,

while swimming on the clouds,

in a long night of tequila,

which left you with an eternal drunkenness,

and a hangover that never was.