Gently I bleed Wrapped into thorns Which I've been always surrounded to Gently I agitate myself while they deeply penetrate Life is like a hand that lift you up Then let you fall down Since I took my very first cry I knew I wasn't in the right place (to be) I grew outwardly But in my heart that primordial pain Now I close my eyes And I sink myself between the coils of quiescence Like a baby That in the cradle Cries from suffering Look to my eyes that sleeps eternally Who hasn't consciousness now?