2021.11.09.
Shadows and Fado
I live between shadows and fado,My life is haunted
By your memories.
At night, an ice cold scream
Awakens me from a silent sleep,
Reminding me that now, I've lost.
At night, an ice cold scream
Awakens me from a silent sleep,
Reminding me that now, I've lost.
I'm a shadow from your past:
A sad and unloved being
That sings this poem for you.
It was written in a sorrowful tone,
From the grieves of a scarred body...
A sin that fears fetters!
It was written in a sorrowful tone,
From the grieves of a scarred body...
A sin that fears fetters!
I spend my life seeking out other mouths
In the craziest love affairs,
With my soul always empty...
My body is all the exhaustion
Of those beds I unmake
In a sinister revenge!
My body is all the exhaustion
Of those beds I unmake
In a sinister revenge!
Do not cry when I die,
I don't even want my poems to be read:
They're echoes of your shadow...
Freed from an ancient dream,
Now I am your punishment