O support of my fatigue,
the blood of my veins, O refuge of my body,
how strange they are without you,
my hands, O your name, like the clear spring of the garden
of my poetry
, full of flowers from you, to remain a heritage
of prosperity, with the glory that you have,
me and you, our shadows, far from this crowded city,
when I feel with me, dying a lie,
a cage, a cage with
a bird, I
dont want to take a feather, I wish I could die in your hands,
my poem is the story of the pain of
your homesickness. Bitter, a dead man
without a body, here is too cold for me
, very cold, me and you are in the shadow far away from this crowded city
, you when I feel with me, dying lying,
the moment of the last flight until you are
freed, what sound are you, you who cry like hatred, you cry without a voice,
with your body, your body is covered with tears on the dew,
you are wounded for me, being with you like mercy
, you know that I am a stranger here,
you and I are our shadows, far from this crowded
city.When I feel with me, death is a lie, stay with me,
you are always there, a new chapter
, let your love make a new world for me,
you and I are our shadows, away from this crowded city,
when I feel with me, death is a lie, stay with me,
you are always found, a new chapter
, let your love create a new world for me.
