Lo que me da miedo no es la vida

Lo que me da miedo no es la muerte;

Lo que mata mi alma no es el negro

Porque sé que Noche tomará mi vida.

Lo que me da miedo es el muerte que vive,

No teme cerrar mis ojos un día.

Mi vergüenza crece al ritmo del alma

De aquel hombre loco quien asombra la noche.

No temo el oscuro pero la luz ardiente

Del corazón matador que aburre su vida.

Lo que me da miedo no es el ojo

Del ser humano quien cierra su nariz.

Es el corazón que se hace negro

Es la brisa glacial que mata mi sangre;

Es el ser humano quien cierra su alma

Mientras que la vida se ofrece al mundo…

W.P

The ocean is green for any lonely soul 

Who imagines the world according to the thought 

Transmitted through eras by the wind that lies...

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When the sun tells a rock go, shine, be jewels,

A whole nightmare sings as a bright fantasy;

Thus the weeping candle offers her shinning warm

So that the silk of dreams says goodbye in a flame.

The sweet hand is a smile, a deep God-have-mercy,

An eternal blessing by caressing heavens.

So right then cries the sky, weeping of tenderness,

Motherhood saint task of breast-feeding new-borns.

Thanks for your tears, mummy, sweet, strong being

Able to bring new life through welcoming womb.

When the sun speaks to Earth with lightening, sound and so,

He orders light to be anywhere dark was king.

Thus the empire of Night is no more than whisper,

A sweet and cool murmur in the recollection.

Night was deep but deeper is the day on-coming

When hope blossoms in minds and feeds each piece of word.

When the sun tells a rock go, shine, be jewels,

This is no more than hope melting with fantasy;

This is a step beyond to the day of blessings

Where the night down on knees gives her throne to the day…

W.P

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