Sad wings of the destiny

Susi, aunque nos alejemos y escondamos, al respirar nos acompaña. Nos persigue. Y nos pertenece. Y nos sentimos dueños. Y le creemos nuestro... pero es él quién se escribe día tras día... gobernándonos como tristes marionetas.




Susi, although we move away, we hide, to breathe accompanies us. It pursues us. And belongs us. And we feel owners. And we believe him ours... but is he who is written day after day... governing us as sad puppets