Not me.
I don't judge you,
I don't even preach.
Not me,
I don't know about morality.
Not me.
Why redeem me,
If I meet those who
Then they swear
Never to sin.

From those open mouths
I expect everything by now.
Discrimination is an art
Which was of the Pharisees.
I'll wait
On the shore you too.
I offer you the opportunity
To get sick of my disease.
You will know
All my corners.
But don't be surprised
If I don't whip myself.
Not me.
I don't limit myself
Nor do I justify myself
However,
I will be satisfied with mistakes.

Open the windows.
Show yourselves too

You know the worst,
Who never died!
And poor you
You don't sleep.
What you consume there
With that eagerness to investigate.
here you are
What a crawl, but yes!
What fault do you take for granted
What a sad fate you ...
Insolent and insidious you
Will you ever absolve yourself?
Insolent and insidious you
Will you ever absolve yourself?