Cicatrices

Scars,
Incurable from a wound
That life has caused me
In its sad struggle.

Scars,
That never close anymore
Because they always carry
The hope of healing cut short.

I loved her immensely,
But she was unfaithful
And filled with deep bitterness
And sorrow my illusion.

That's why now I live
Always struggling with fate,
And I only want death
For my anguished and poor heart.

On my face
I also proudly display
A memory that is very much yours
And that I carry for my misfortune.

A memory
That they gave me in your name,
When I played like a man
With the life of the rival.

Indelible scars
From a stormy past
That fate has given me
And that I will never lose.

Scars of my life
That, although they have no charm
I love them so much
That I will never forget them.