I love my senses

I felt so many things, I have no sense to anyone
I have tasted many flavors, and I do not like any,
I've nosed your perfumes, and I do not remember one;
I heard voices, I did not say anything.

I feel cold or heat, do not ask anyone
I abhor any flavor, and maybe not hate anything ...
I expect some roses, and not gave me none;
I listen to songs and I do not identify with any.

I know that only sends the brightness,
I've seen gold shining copper...
I know that no one do not forgive;
dispelled my past of being poor.

I've lived every moment of my present
I've remembered every moment of my past ...
I would be safe and well aware;
that the future you saved me death..

I have put my good senses,
to realize all these things...
I spend a lot of penalties...
and have suffered to describe this painful life.

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He sentido tantas cosas, no he sentido a nadie,
He degustado muchos sabores, ya no me gusta ninguno,
He olfateado tus perfumes, y no recuerdo alguno;
He escuchado voces, que no me dicen nada.

He de sentir frio o calor, no pregunta nadie,
He de aborrecer algún sabor, y quizás no odie nada...
He de aspirar unas rosas, y no me regaló ninguna;
He de escuchar canciones y no me identifico con alguna.

He de saber que sólo el brillo manda,
He visto brillar por oro el cobre...
He de saber que no me perdonan,
mi disipado pasado de ser pobre.

He vivido cada instante de mi presente,
He recordado cada momento de mi pasado...
He de estar seguro y muy consciente;
que el futuro la muerte me ha guardado.

He de tener bien puestos mis cinco sentidos,
para darme cuenta de todas estas cosas...
He de pasar muchas penas y haber sufrido,
para describir la vida tan dolorosa.