Tempestad Tranquila

Inner silence, I am empty
Tranquility, but not peace

Hurricane of thoughts, I am destroying myself
Disorder, but not complete

Millions of feelings run through my being
The roughness of the sea, the calm of the sunset

A quiet storm kills me, gives me life
Takes away and gives me energy, what monotony

Endless revelry, I am destroying myself
Unanswered passion

Hurricane of thoughts, I am destroying myself
Disorder but not complete