Filtros de Amor Y Dolor

The spider peeked out in the indigo twilight,
weaving a canvas, meticulous and subtle.
Its web harbored the gentle drops
and the moisture that the dew wanted to leave.

And the frost shone with the colors
of the afternoon and the night stars.

And so my town mixed love and pain filters
with the essence of that truth.

My town departed, ready to conceive
a soul without God with remnants of gray mist.
The kind song that dances the reed and the nightingale
dances arrogantly to the weeping willow.

And the memories of yesterday at the dawn
of the forests and the night winds.

And so my town mixed love and pain filters
with the essence of that truth.

And that soul lived with the voices
of lovers who wander in the night.