My memory, a sad shadow dwelling in your Gehenna,
Slips into drowsiness.
Life, a gift borrowed again and again,
That is never enough. Not for you.
The present, a song out of tune,
A sad melody,
A feeling of absence,
A heart ignored.
You.
My memory, a sad shadow dwelling in your Gehenna,
Slips into drowsiness.
Life, a gift borrowed again and again,
That is never enough. Not for you.
The present, a song out of tune,
A sad melody,
A feeling of absence,
A heart ignored.
You.
The wet grit of the watch slips through my fingers,
An exhausting, chaotic choreography.
The stations fill and empty,
With soulless trains, in a trance.
The pendulum of time swings up and down.
Listen, their chant remains the same,
Its music is an unresolved melody,
Of what has been and what became.
In the twilight of your wounds, your smile hides your sorrow.
Your lost gaze searches for a secret porthole,
Waiting for a dazzling rider, who never arrives.
Only a shadowy embrace,
Bony hands laid forever,
On your stiff shoulders.
Life, an invisible burden,
In the heartbeat of the blind mendicant.
Time, a somersault into the abyss,
A brawl to survive despair.
The now, a wavering flame,
In the darkest eve of the soul.
My soul, storm in a vessel
In the body of a foolish dreamer,
Screams for weariness, craves for provocation,
Its only mission is a life with you.
Under the shadow of the heartbeat that moves away,
It runs towards the void of eternity,
Where lips in a kiss mingle,
And we mingle in a long goodbye.
The light of the sunset grows cloudy,
And the voices of the past echo.
Memories parade in the twilight,
Like shadows among the fallen leaves.
Sweet melancholy assails,
Like a tide of bitterness that creeps in.
Sorrow, a sad song that is silenced,
At the end of the long journey of the one who never traveled.
(*) Assail: Asaltar, acometer
(*) Sorrow: Dolor, pesar
(*) Creep in: Entrar en puntillas
The calendar thins to a single sheet,
Timid farewell,
Haunted dreams escaped,
In the hope of catching a new naive.
I am left with an awakening, a song without notes,
Lyric of the devastated heart.
(*) Thin (v): Adelgazar
(*) Naive: Ingenuo
In the labyrinth of my mind, darkness and light intermingle. The past is a shadow, the present a battle. But on the horizon shines a light...