IT IS FORBIDDEN

ALFREDO CUERVO BARRERO - PORTELETES (ESPAÑA)

What is the truly important thing?,

I look for in my interior the answer,

and it is I so difficult of finding.

False ideas invade my mind,

accustomed to mask what doesn't understand,

stunned in a world of unreal illusions,

where the vanity, the fear, the wealth, the violence,

the hate, the indifference, they become had adored heroes,

¡ it doesn't miss me that so much confusion exists,

so much distance of everything, so much disillusion!.

You ask me how you can be happy,

how among so much lie one can to cohabit,

each one is who one has to respond,

although for me, here, now and forever:

It is forbidden to cry without learning,

to get up one day without knowing what to make,

to be afraid to my memories,

to only feel at some time.

It is forbidden not to smile to the problems,

not to fight for what I want,

to abandon everything to be afraid,

not to convert my dreams in fact.

It is forbidden not to demonstrate you my love,

to make that you pay my doubts and my bad humor,

to invent me sews that they never happened,

to only remember when I don't have you.

It is forbidden to leave my friends,

not to try to understand what we live,

to only call them when I need them,

not to see that we are also different.

It is forbidden not to be me before people,

to fake before people that I don't care,

to make me the comic as long as they remind me,

to forget to all those that love me.

It is forbidden not to make the things for myself,

not to believe in my god and to find my destination,

to be afraid to the life and their punishments,

not to live every day as if it was a last sigh.

It is forbidden to miss without being happy,

to hate the moments that made me love you,

everything because our roads have stopped to be hugged,

to forget our past and to pay it with our present.

It is forbidden not to try to understand people,

to think that their lives are worth more than mine,

not to know that each one has their road and their happiness,

to feel that with their lack the world ends.

It is forbidden not to create my history,

to stop to give those thanks to my family for my life,

not to have a moment for people that needs me,

not to understand that what the life gives us, also takes off it.