Thank you, my heart:

You keep beating, you are not slack,

No compliment, no reward,

Just out of innate diligence.

Every minute, you get seventy credits.

every beat,

you will be a ship

into the open sea,

Let it travel the world.

Thank you, my heart:

Again and again,

even in my sleep, remove me from the whole

Pull out, separate.

You are convinced that I will not dream of my dreams

This final flight can be achieved,

Even without wings.

Thank you, my heart:

I wake up again,

Even if it's Sunday,

is a rest day,

you keep beating in my chest

As always, beyond the holidays.