Ciudad Bolívar, 2013
The light that guides me pales
vulnerable to the voices of the night
to my strident silence
bent on your courtship
to your fading radiance
I long to have you at such a high cost
I can't stand the idea of vice
I climb to seek your radiance
under the shadow of the moon
irony that it's cold and you're not around
you keep yourself safe
in the light of my sunset
I share my nostalgia
though the pain belongs to me
and I'll be silent so you won't hear anything.
La luz que me guía palidece
vulnerable a las voces de la noche
a mi estridente silencio
empeñado en tu cortejo
a tu desvanecido resplandor
añoro tenerte a tan alto costo
No soporto la idea del vicio
trepo para buscar tu fulgor
bajo la sombra de la luna
ironía que haga frío y no estés
te mantienes a salvo
en la luz de mi atardecer
Comparto mi nostalgia
aunque el dolor me pertenece
y estaré en silencio para que nada escuches.
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