Vita mea non est mea, quia ad te pertinet.
Tuum est sicut lutum ad lutum.
Tuum est, disciplina merentis.
Et si nunc, cum flatu, evanesco.
felix ero et gratus ero.
Tu movens labia tua fuit.
Rex imperans, regens.
Tuis verbis vias creas.
Tuis manibus spatia fingis.
Instrumentum sum, inquam.
Ego sum, qui tua vestigia sequi vult.
Iudicari me faciet dependentia.
Ad palum ure me.
Sine irrisione me suspende.
Non sum subditus quid sentias in hoc mundo.
Non vivo placere his qui tua miracula non viderunt.
Nemo videbit quod nolunt.
Nec audiet cur recusent.
Alii nunquam a tuo praesentia amorem illum acceperunt.
Alii vacui in scriniis suis mortui sunt.
Tuam absolutam voluntatem et immensam potentiam;
Hoc me intellegere hoc facit;
Cultrum in collo;
Languor;
Martyrium vel passio;
Non sunt decies centena millia nummorum aureorum;
Etiam nec dolor quod, spiro
Nec soleas quas porto;
Nec cibum comedi;
Si omnia quae permittit;
Mane apud te.
Te meis.
Mi vida no es mía porque te pertenece.
Es tuya como el barro a la arcilla.
Es tuya, formando, a quien se lo merece.
Y si en este momento, de un soplo, desaparezco.
Seré feliz y estaré agradecido.
Fuiste tú al mover los labios.
Cual rey dando una orden, dictaminando.
Con tus palabras armas caminos.
De tus manos inventas espacios.
Soy un mero instrumento, te lo repito.
Soy quien quiere, seguir tus pasos.
La dependencia hará que me juzguen.
Me quemen en la hoguera.
Me ahorquen sin escarnio.
No estoy sujeto a lo que piensen en este mundo.
No vivo para complacer a los que no han visto, tus milagros.
Nadie verá lo que no quiere.
Ni escuchará por que se niegan.
Otros nunca recibieron ese amor de tu presencia.
Otros murieron dejando un vacío en sus recuadros.
Tu voluntad absoluta y poder inconmensurable,
me da a entender que:
Un cuchillo en el cuello,
Una enfermedad,
Un martirio o un sufrimiento,
No valen ni un millón de monedas de oro,
Ni el oxígeno que respiro,
Ni las sandalias que me pongo,
Ni la comida que he ingerido,
Si todo eso me permite,
Permanecer contigo.
Verte a mi lado.
My life is not mine because it belongs to you.
It is yours like mud to clay.
It is yours, training, who deserves it.
And if at this moment, with a breath, I disappear.
I will be happy and I will be grateful.
It was you moving your lips.
Like a king giving an order, ruling.
With your words you create paths.
With your hands you invent spaces.
I am a mere instrument, I repeat.
I am the one who wants to follow your steps.
Dependency will cause me to be judged.
Burn me at the stake.
Hang me without ridicule.
I am not subject to what you think in this world.
I do not live to please those who have not seen your miracles.
No one will see what they don't want.
Nor will he listen to why they refuse.
Others never received that love from your presence.
Others died leaving a void in their boxes.
Your absolute will and immeasurable power,
It makes me understand that:
A knife in the neck,
An illness,
A martyrdom or a suffering,
They are not worth a million gold coins,
Not even the oxygen that I breathe,
Not even the sandals that I wear,
Not even the food I have eaten,
If all that allows me,
Stay with you.
See you by my side.
