Ya solo puedo escribir junto al eco de mis silencios,
plagio soy de mis deseos.
Tengo miedo, me deje en cualquier cajón doblado y sin abrir,
siendo para ti ya nadie y olvido mientras para mí...
Bello recuerdo.
Poema de letras con sabor a pueblo...
Sin ti yo ya no puedo vivir
ni tampoco no sentir cuando mi mano a ti te escribe un verso.
In the echo of my silences, I can only write now,
A plagiarist of my desires, somehow.
I fear I left myself in a drawer, folded and unexplored,
For you, I'm no one, forgotten and ignored,
Yet, a beautiful memory for me, adored.
A poem with the taste of the pueblo's grace,
Without you, I cannot live, nor embrace,
The feelings that flow when my hand writes for you, a verse.
But in my heart, your essence still remains,
In every word, every thought, your love sustains,
Though we're apart, our souls forever chained.
Now, let these lines bridge the gap between you and me,
In this shared language, our hearts set free,
For even through distance, our love will always be.
Poema propio.
Fuente de la imagen... Propia.
