i once went to a family restaurant
because i missed, and felt alone.
i went to catch the feeling of a kid
in-between the tables a carousel (alive).
i sat and drank and watched it spin,
never with the courage for a ride

antes de morir yo quiero
echar mis versos del alma,
con los pobres de la tierra
quiero mi suerte echar

morire de cara al sol

one time came down the mountain, i saw,
an ancient moon
with the voice of god and mother earth
spilling from her womb
and it whispered–

(carry on)