I want to understand
That I´m not understand
Nothing of that I speak
Of that I see
Of that I feel
Of that I think

And this not to understand
Is more interesting for me
And is felt better thus: For that I do not understand
I feel myself empty when I understand
And always seems that I lose myself when I find
In any question

I want to understand that I do not understand
And this desvairada madness
For finding answers For as many questions
Seems me vain

Wants to understand
That not necessary to find the answers
And yes to create new questions
And to make me first of that it is not understood

I want to understand
That I´m not understand
Nothing of that I speak
Of that I see
Of that I feel
Of that I think