The call of a soul corrupts me,
Trapped in the game of life
I allow myself to feel
Without knowing what was already involved
Now the danger squeezes me,
I suffocate
And it is that, beyond my memory, I idealize you
Like a mirage
I look at my hands becoming sand
I mix with the wind
Walk through your face, entering your roots
I do not pretend to belong
Not you by me
But, circumstances have led us
To become one.

Steps