Encuentro Mi Descanso Aquí, En Este Estuario

In these times that demand reason
my body moves forward, opening paths
... Has the cold hegemonized
the spaces once conquered?

The warmth is missing...
Your verses are missing today...
And the echoes your wind left yesterday
are sad...

... and your absence has blended in
with the water that reached this estuary
And now it rests, waiting to return
to the call of those days!

My body is weak
it shatters into pieces out of passion!
Your anguish, my hands
two forces in conflict trying to emerge...

Storms! Estuaries...
... the violent waters of summer
Your tears; my days,
a wind of anguish and pain...