1463 The country of illusions

I don't like to jump
As if I went a harlequin
In the face of the mirror
Of my doubts
I only want to live my life
Leaving to my step
The good that produces
The moon
When it is over the sea
And bath with its silver light
The darkness.
I don't want to live for die
As if I had not lived
In the world of the humans beings.
I want to have my own image
Of my face, body,
My soul, spirit and being
Because I don't like to jump
As if I were a harlequin
In the face of the mirror
Of my sadness
I want to be as the sun
That rise in the morning
And it is waited with vehemence
For the spirits that live
In the deepest plane
Of the country of illusions.