Noche Triste

The early morning begins, sleep yawns
Loneliness kisses me with its cold subtlety
Memories weigh heavy, my head spins
And sadness surprises me dressed as a princess
I become a captive of inspiration
Pencil, notebook, table, and another song is born
I draw another line with imagination
And another sad night arises in my room
The heart awake, wide open
Port of the beats of dead seconds
The world is a desert, covered in silence
And blinder than a blind person with one eye and one-eyed
The light shines mercifully, a muse butterfly
Touches me with its scent of roses until it settles on me
It dictates a prose, steals a smile
Which disappears quickly in the breeze
It enchants me with a kiss, gives me caresses
At the moment fear and hatred corner me
An illusion slips and falls into my notebook
While the night and I try to get to know each other

And I, today have an appointment with darkness (alone)
I feel the fog calling me
The moon is full but the city is empty (complete)
I'm the only one walking in the night, yes
The only one who understands is my pillow
Because I light up when everything goes out
In the early morning when everyone is silent
I ask my sad night not to leave
Today I have an appointment with darkness
Today I have an appointment with darkness

The street is empty and colder than ice
I think by this time even the sky has fallen asleep
I light a cigarette, take a sip from the bottle
I toast to love, also to the stars
Another bus passes without light, only the driver
The crickets and silence are in a honeymoon
Trees and parks reflect a great emptiness
And remind that the night is getting old
The bars, the hallways, buildings, balconies
The cars, the parking lots, the signs
The murmur converses, embraces me softly
A passing cloud shouts at me with a look
The clock entangles me, violates the rules
That time set in its pulse long ago
I have a silent pocket, a joyful world upside down
An owl spirit that has mounted me again
I release a word, chase its silhouette
I ask it to accept me as a lover and poet
I caress its letters in an eternal romance
While the night and I try to get to know each other

And I, today have an appointment with darkness (alone)
I feel the fog calling me
The moon is full but the city is empty (complete)
I'm the only one walking in the night, yes
The only one who understands is my pillow
Because I light up when everything goes out
In the early morning when everyone is silent
I ask my sad night not to leave
Today I have an appointment with darkness
Today I have an appointment with darkness