Play while reading the poetry.Se desvanece,
poco a poco se deja consumir,
entre las aguas del riachuelo,
sumergido en el rugido de la corriente,
sintiendo su cuerpo caer al vaci贸.
Por las corrientes se ha dejado llevar,
hasta parar en un lugar 谩rido,
seco,
como lo que pens贸 seria su alma.
Y aunque seco y vaci贸 este,
no hay aguas innegables para su renacer,
porque ha revivido una vez m谩s.
No pienses en mentirte m谩s,
tan claro veo como el renacer de las aguas,
la mentira no escapa de la verdad,
se escudri帽e dentro de nuestra realidad.
Puedo terminar todo,
entre lagrimas caer en el estanque,
o en aquel viejo riachuelo de gran cascada,
esa que asemeja la tristeza de mi alma.
Aguas que se volvieron promesas,
promesas que se volvieron mentiras,
corrientes sinceras de palabrer铆as,
de algo que tuvimos porque ya no esta.
It fades away,
bit to bit it is allowed to consume,
among the waters of the creek,
immersed in the roar of the current,
feeling his body fall into the void.
He let himself be carried away by the currents,
until it stops in an arid place,
dry,
as what he thought his soul would be.
And though he dried up and emptied it,
there are no undeniable waters for its rebirth,
because it has been revived once again.
Don't think about lying to yourself anymore,
As clear as I see the rebirth of the waters,
the lie does not escape from the truth,
is scrutinized within our reality.
I can finish everything,
between tears fall into the pond,
or in that old stream with the big waterfall,
that which resembles the sadness of my soul.
Waters that became promises,
promises that became lies,
sincere currents of talk,
of something we had because it's gone.
@robinsonlgil