Metaphora
Inside we bleed, and search, for something that won't come
Today is too far, realize that, don't try to forget
We wait in silence, this distance take us far from real
There, in my horizon, many empty spaces are
Filled with my nothing
Too many farewells of falseness
Too many blows
Many quarrels never had
Waiting inside is the fight of our lives
Too much of grudge and reward never lived
You know that I've never had time, to leave behind me
Everything I don't want
Me, as nothing had been
As words had not been
I worked hard since here
What I lived, I lived (it) for others
I was saying and thinking not to have time for me in my prayers
I was thinking of having built,
But I've never built up myself
Me, as nothing had been
As words had not been
I see in my horizon desire of sowing
You know that I've never had time to leave behind me
Everything I don't want
I witness with my closed heart and hope to die that
The ripper of my whole life is me and Metaphora of myself
I witness with my honesty: there are my seeds
And witness that I want to reappear again from me.
Metáfora
Dentro sangramos, y buscamos, algo que no llegará
Hoy está demasiado lejos, date cuenta de eso, no intentes olvidar
Esperamos en silencio, esta distancia nos aleja de lo real
Allí, en mi horizonte, muchos espacios vacíos están
Llenos de mi nada
Demasiadas despedidas de falsedad
Demasiados golpes
Muchas peleas nunca tenidas
Esperando dentro está la lucha de nuestras vidas
Demasiado rencor y recompensa nunca vivida
Sabes que nunca tuve tiempo, para dejar atrás
Todo lo que no quiero
Yo, como si nada hubiera sido
Como si las palabras no hubieran sido
He trabajado duro desde aquí
Lo que viví, lo viví por otros
Decía y pensaba no tener tiempo para mí en mis rezos
Pensaba haber construido,
Pero nunca me he construido a mí mismo
Yo, como si nada hubiera sido
Como si las palabras no hubieran sido
Veo en mi horizonte el deseo de sembrar
Sabes que nunca tuve tiempo para dejar atrás
Todo lo que no quiero
Soy testigo con mi corazón cerrado y espero morir
El destripador de toda mi vida soy yo y la metáfora de mí mismo
Soy testigo con mi honestidad: ahí están mis semillas
Y testigo de que quiero reaparecer de nuevo de mí.