Caught in the fog of a thousand silences
Surrendered to the perpetual gloom
A blanket of dusk buries me,
My tongue tastes the lips
With the mind, loquacious prison
Confirming each day my nights
Will the legend thus teeminate you?
With stagnant hands and chest vibrating with trembling?
I seek the inner refuge
Following that lost compass,
Caught in the fog of a thousand silences
Surrendered to the perpetual gloom
A blanket of dusk buries me,
My tongue tastes the lips
With the mind, loquacious prison
Confirming each day my nights
Will the legend thus terminate you?
With stagnant hands and chest vibrating with trembling?
I seek the inner refuge
Following that lost compass,
Heavy as precious metal
Shameless for the hours.
Come father, take me to the path
-Of withered jasmines
Let me be the fear of my fears;
Restore the morning, one of smiles
Sincere come the impending distance.
Caught in the fog of a thousand silences
Surrendered to the perpetual gloom
A blanket of dusk buries me,
My tongue tastes the lips
With the mind, loquacious prison
Confirming each day my nights
Will the legend thus terminate you?
With stagnant hands and chest vibrating with trembling?
I seek the inner refuge
Following that lost compass,
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Atrapado en la niebla de mil silencios
Rendido ante la perpetua penumbra
Una manta de atardecer me sepulta,
Mi lengua saborea los labios
Con la mente, locuaz prisión
Confirmando cada día mis noches
¿Acaso terminará la leyenda así?
¿Con manos estancadas y el pecho vibrando de temblor?
Busco el refugio interior
Siguiendo aquella perdida brújula,
Pesado como metal precioso
Descarado por las horas.
Ven padre, llévame al sendero
-de jazmines marchitos-
Déjame ser el miedo de mis miedos;
Restaura la mañana, una de sonrisas
Sinceras llegada la inminente distancia.
Sources:
English translation: Deepl.com
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