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Al paso del tiempo
Me veo despegar
Con mis flores al compás
Desde el ritmo singular
Que palpita sin igual
"Al tiempo del destiempo"
Se torna mi danzar
Al desfile de mi intensidad
Que se colma del disfraz
Llevando el compás
Un rumbo de dignidad
Afrontando la verdad
Del rostro particular
Que se desglosa
En mi movimiento en espiral
Logrando otorgarme
Un tiempo sin final
Uncertain is the time to dance
Such is the magic
That there is no beginning or end
Everything goes without return
Until it flies away
As time goes by
I see myself take off
With my flowers to the beat
From the singular rhythm
That beats without equal
***At the time of the time of the time".
My dance becomes my dance
To the parade of my intensity
That is filled with the disguise
Carrying the beat
A course of dignity
Facing the truth
Of the particular face
That breaks down
In my spiraling movement
Achieving to grant me
A time without end
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