Es evidente que te amo,
aunque aún no sé exactamente cómo.
Solo sé que se esconde en su sombra,
siguiéndome por las calles de la ciudad.

Lo descubro en sus ojos, su voz,
su boca, su sonrisa que trepa
como enredadera por sus mejillas,
ruborizada hasta las orejas.

Yo sé que te amo,
eso es evidente.
Y su risa, sus suspiros,
sus pasos,
y tu corazón que te delata
cuando uso tu pecho
como refugio, mi amor.

Te amo como si ya te hubiera amado,
como palabras fugaces
destellando en la noche,
entre las ramas florecidas
de un árbol cuyo nombre aún desconozco.

Perdido, me encontré
otra vez amando.

I look for you in cities where you are not
In rooms full of people I know
In places I'd like to share with you
In my dreams where my wishes come true
In my past, I thank the choices that crossed our paths
In my future, I'll be lucky to have you by my side
I could look for you endless times
But the bliss of seeing you will never faint
My heart you make sing a melody each time

Carry only a backpack into the future’s embrace,
Leave behind the luggage of yesterday’s trace.
It costs dearly to drag what’s past,
Travel light, for freedom holds fast.

There's a piece within me,
Like ivy, it winds around my heart.
Even if I long to destroy it,
I can’t uproot it, can’t remove it.
I must cast it all away,
Let go of myself, without delay.

Will you become a part of me?
I'll become a part of you.

If the rain could weave your touch into mine,
I'd let it drench me, time after time.
Perhaps in a place where clocks don't turn,
You’d find me waiting, a love unlearned.

I stood in the hallway,
the familiar scent of jasmine hanging heavy—
my mother’s perfume.

I called her name,
but it wasn’t the voice of my mother
that answered.

It was mine—
but younger.

I turned the corner,
and there she was—
sitting at the kitchen table,
but her eyes…
they weren’t hers anymore.

"I’ve waited for you,"
she whispered,
and the room went cold.

I reached for her,
but my fingers sank into her skin—
soft, pliable,
like wax—
too easy.

And I realized too late—
she wasn’t waiting for me.
She was pulling me in.

Then I felt it—
a slow, unbearable pressure in my chest.
I couldn’t breathe.

"You’ll never leave me again."

Since the day they brought me here,
With their hands,
They placed upon my back
The weight of living.

And upon my forehead,
With their cursed dreams,
Touched the fairies
Of despair.

In every second of my life,
I have felt
These sorrow-laden whispers.

I owe you,
My love,
Every bright day
I have ever lived.

All my feelings,
Grateful to you,
Line up at your door,
Waiting for their farewell.

Forgive me,
My love,
For I am cursed
With the burden of thought,
And no remedy, no cure
Can soothe—
Neither my love for vanishing
Nor the ache of your absence.

Tar has sealed me—
tight, unyielding.
Step by step, I will bleed,
and every drop that falls
will pave new roads
of sorrow.

A man lives
through his sorrow,
and a man must live
with himself.
To live with oneself—
a weight.
To be human—
a curse.

Always, a direction to follow,
always, a journey.

I just want it to end,
everything,
always.
I want time to stop.
I grow old dreaming
of not being.

Every nerve in my body,
every fragment,
every hatred,
the dead-end path I walk—
let it all end.

Let it never have been.
I want nothing.