Title 2: My moon

I looked for you, I was aiming for the moon,

You knew me when my heart was bitter,

When love left my chest,

I walked on a path full of mist.

I was not born in fortune,

My only wealth: my friends and family,

I made my fortune in comedy and writing,

And you will be eternal in my posthumous projects.

Opinions and criticisms will not be unanimous,

Yet committing suicide is so easy.

I pretended to the world, loving or facing them,

But in the mirror, reality catches up with me, I am only a child.

Is it better to remain anonymous?

I don't know who loves me or who loves me anymore.

But I'll know it well over time.

I don't invent these words for you,

You are my moon and I only see you.

You are my moon and you warm me up.

My past is nothing more than a field of ruin,

I advance with injury and bitterness,

Far from my childhood neighborhood, in exile,

I imagine that one day its inhabitants will get by, amin.

The end may be like in the movies,

And in the scripts, mine or not you will be my heroine.

I'm on the way despite all the pitfalls,

In the house, in the middle there is my sister who draws me.

If I hadn't met you, there won't be all this joy that drives me,

My life will be bland and with no feeling,

Then I won't hope one day to find the mother of my children.

Too much harm in my soul,

If I am expelled, I become a ghost,

Too much love in my person,

Be silent, I love you Champion.