Locuras
Hay locuras para la esperanza
Hay locuras también del dolor
Y hay locuras de allá
Donde el cuerdo no alcanza
Locuras de otro color
Hay locuras que son poesía
Hay locuras de un raro lugar
Hay locuras sin nombre
Sin fecha, sin cura
Que no vale la pena curar
Hay locuras que son
Como brazos de mal
Te sorprenden, te arrastran
Te pierden y ya
Hay locuras de ley
Pero no de buscar
Hay locuras que son la locura
Personales locuras de dos
Hay locuras que imprimen
Dulces quemaduras
Locuras de Diosa y de Dios
Hay locuras que hicieron el día
Hay locuras que están por venir
Hay locuras tan vivas
Tan sanas, tan puras
Que una de ellas será mi morir
Madness
There are madnesses for hope
There are madnesses also of pain
And there are madnesses from there
Where the sane cannot reach
Madnesses of another color
There are madnesses that are poetry
There are madnesses from a strange place
There are madnesses without a name
Without a date, without a cure
That is not worth curing
There are madnesses that are
Like arms of evil
They surprise you, they drag you
They lose you and that's it
There are madnesses of law
But not of seeking
There are madnesses that are the madness
Personal madnesses of two
There are madnesses that imprint
Sweet burns
Madnesses of Goddess and of God
There are madnesses that made the day
There are madnesses that are yet to come
There are madnesses so alive
So healthy, so pure
That one of them will be my death