¿Qué habíamos dejado de hacer?

I

¿Dónde estábamos?

¿Dónde estábamos?

Cuando el repudio a la existencia

se apoderó de nuestros huesos.

¿Dónde estábamos?

¿Qué estábamos haciendo?

O más importante aún,

¿qué habíamos dejado de hacer?

II

I don't want to die.

I just don't want to exist.

There's a difference,

can't you see it?

Of course they're different.

To never have existed,

or just be dust

and return to the space

or be a star.

As dust, return to the stars.

Yes, maybe I was a star

and that's why I keep

on looking at you up in the sky.

A star who one time

glanced upon humans

and thought that maybe

it would be fun to experience

humanity.

Is it fun? Tell me

is it fun?

You, who are watching yourseld.

Me, qho is receibed 

by some hesitant eyes

an owl, a cat, a frog, and a dog.

Yes, it is fun.

I say, with an ache in my throath.

It is fun, I say

tearing my eyes out.

It is fun.

It is fun.

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