"Am I what I think? But I think so many things!
And there are so many who think the same thing that there can't be so many!
Genius? Right now
A hundred thousand brains conceive in dreams geniuses like me
And history won't leave a mark, who knows?, not even one,
Nor will there be anything but manure from so many future conquests.
No, I don't believe in myself
In all asylums there are crazy people with so many certainties!
I, who have no certainty, am I more am I more certain or less certain?
No, not even me...
In how many attics and non-attics in the world
Aren't geniuses-for-themselves dreaming at this time?
How many high and noble and lucid aspirations -
Yes, truly great and noble and lucid -,
And who knows if they can be achieved,
Will never see real sunlight or hear people?
The world is for those born to conquer it
And not for those who dream that they can conquer it, even if they are right.
...
should i believe in me? no and not in anything
Pour Nature upon my burning head
Your sun, your rain, the wind that finds my hair,
And the rest may come if it comes, or has to come, or doesn't come.
Heart slaves of the stars,
We conquer the whole world before we get out of bed;
But we wake up and it's opaque,
We get up and he is oblivious,
We leave the house and he is the whole earth,
Plus the solar system and the Milky Way and the Indefinite."
And there are so many who think the same thing that there can't be so many!
Genius? Right now
A hundred thousand brains conceive in dreams geniuses like me
And history won't leave a mark, who knows?, not even one,
Nor will there be anything but manure from so many future conquests.
No, I don't believe in myself
In all asylums there are crazy people with so many certainties!
I, who have no certainty, am I more am I more certain or less certain?
No, not even me...
In how many attics and non-attics in the world
Aren't geniuses-for-themselves dreaming at this time?
How many high and noble and lucid aspirations -
Yes, truly great and noble and lucid -,
And who knows if they can be achieved,
Will never see real sunlight or hear people?
The world is for those born to conquer it
And not for those who dream that they can conquer it, even if they are right.
...
should i believe in me? no and not in anything
Pour Nature upon my burning head
Your sun, your rain, the wind that finds my hair,
And the rest may come if it comes, or has to come, or doesn't come.
Heart slaves of the stars,
We conquer the whole world before we get out of bed;
But we wake up and it's opaque,
We get up and he is oblivious,
We leave the house and he is the whole earth,
Plus the solar system and the Milky Way and the Indefinite."
