2019.01.16.
Temblando [Shaking]
It was a beautiful evening when I saw her
the yard of her ranch [she was] tending
and even though I felt I was handsome for everything
I couldn't talk to her and stood there shaking
She was so beautiful
wearing a translucent little dress
with her full hair framing her face
she was a virgin I found at home
Neither she neither I said a word
burning me with her beautiful big eyes
she left the broom she had in a corner
wanted to talk to me... and she stood there shaking
It was the memory of my first time
love born from youth's dawn
like those country rough flowers
born from one day to the next
A love that's hidden in the sun-dried bricks
of her father's austere ranch
[hidden] in the yard's ombú tree
written with the tip of knife
I turned around, walking slowly
as if not trusting over a trap
wrapping memories and feelings
between the stripes of my poncho from pampas.
No idea of what happened to me... just rode on my horse
and rode fast
with all the memories and feelings
that I took from the the poncho's stripes
It was a beautiful evening when I saw her
the yard of her ranch [she was] tending
that evening when I felt I was handsome
I couldn't talk to her and stood there shaking
2019.01.02.
Afterwards
Afterwards...
The moon, in blood. And your emotions,
and the beginning of the end,
in a dark cloud
Then...
Hopelessly,
your eyes, [are] so nonexistent
,crying without any pain
And then...
The big night in crystal,
and your boredom of living
and my desire of struggling
Then...
Your skin, like snow
and in a mild absence
the ultimate paleness
All comes back from the memories:
your sorrow and silence
your anguishment and mystery
Everything drowns in the abyss of past
Your name, repeated
your doubt and your tiredness
A shadow stronger than death
A shout lost in forgetfulness
A step that comes back from a failure
A song that is broken into pieces,
but it is still a song
Afterwards,
Will the forgetfulness come or no
I will lie to be able to laugh
I will lie to then go and cry
Heavy,
is the ghost of the past
dancing on the platform
maybe to just forget everything
And afterwards
in the silence of your voice
comes a sorrow emerged from loneliness
and I will shout to be able to keep living
as if a memory was escaping,
with huge regrets,
to be able to die.
All comes back from the memories:
your sorrow and silence
your anguishment and mystery
Everything drowns in the abyss of past
Your name, repeated
your doubt and your tiredness
A shadow stronger than death
A shout lost in forgetfulness
A step that comes back from a failure
A song that is broken into pieces,
but it is still a song