Cosmigonón

 Don't loose your head until morning comes, don't miss the train if it is inviting you to trip.
 Hey little headache, did you come to brake me into pieces again?

 Once a princess cried in the top of a hill, but nobody listened to her. Anyway, she never gave up and turned her tears into life poison...some warm april's afternoon two bright wings came to her. She took them and flew away, she became part of the sun, she still there indeed.

 Our head is the second most valued thing we have, the first is our soul and heart of course, and nobody is gonna still that from us, we are inmortal, we are eternal. That's why we can't let ourselves die in some ordinary place... all that pain, at the end becomes light, a the end it will be our success...