Lágrimas

Tears,
tears,
let me cry alone.
Tears,
tears,
let me cry solo.

Today ink flows from my eyes as I write with tears,
I call loneliness a faithful companion of my climax,
my happiness measured under locks on pages,
an magnet for problems, I'm wrapped in red carmine.
Every kiss followed by an I love you was a punishment today,
I prefer to be the whip on the enemy's skin,
true love? Being a zero in your account,
you'll witness if you come out unscathed, imprisoned by increasing pressure.
A tear for every year that passed and didn't return,
for carrying the weight of failure on my shoulders, that's the man and his mission,
each relationship condemns me to prison
for forgetting about myself when I opened this heart.
About to leave everything aside, get out of the mud,
each rhythm an electrode that revives this nickname,
Dash the name, a knight armed with his potion,
his peak is a valley at its summit, writing between tears.
Tears, essence of life and death,
turning a beating heart into my inert side,
all experience of knowing we're just passing through here,
that's why I base my life on verses and glasses to feel absent.
Violence and rejection coexist wealth and decline,
another country in exodus that describes its history in blood,
between tears in this science today called life,
a game everyone plays called existence.

They're just tears stuck to my eyes and my actions,
tears that blind my conscience and describe it,
tears of anger when time hits us,
let me cry alone, sad.
They're just tears stuck to my eyes and my actions,
tears that blind my conscience and describe it,
tears of anger when time hits us,
let me cry solo.

When concrete fortresses turn into sand castles
and the air that once gave life poisons,
when you suffer a sentence without being guilty because an implacable judge
called time turns wings into chains.
Anguish accumulates, the mind suffers,
the heart breaks and the sweet taste turns into sulfur,
your particular groove burns with its works of art
and tangible dreams flee a thousand times from here to Mars.
When hatred doesn't wait for you to move aside and strikes,
and there's no sedative to calm the pain of those around you,
when the tide of life reaches up to your chin,
you're just asking for help in silence and spying silence.
When nightly nightmares are daily dramas
and your guardian angel suddenly becomes your hitman,
your schedule is filled with a state of helplessness,
justice is unjust and it's scary to see it in violence.
If you search insistently for answers that don't exist
and nothing answers your questions to avoid being sad,
when the world insists on showing you its bitter side
and you're not getting anywhere even taking longer steps.
When every day is a lethargy due to regret for something
your conscience reminds you of at times,
when everything is just lament and feelings of defeat
you seek relief and all you notice is...

They're just tears stuck to my eyes and my actions,
tears that blind my conscience and describe it,
tears of anger when time hits us,
let me cry alone, sad.
They're just tears stuck to my eyes and my actions,
tears that blind my conscience and describe it,
tears of anger when time hits us,
let me cry solo.

They're just acidic tears of death and setback,
pages written with doubt about the process
in a distracted mental state,
I converse with the whips of time that strike what I write.
And I say imprisoned, a prison with thorns and steps,
to climb a city of convictions and deceit,
I must flee but my lines cry, it's just a ritual,
tear of doubts and songs I practice alone.
When I pour myself in front of this sheet,
where I live dead for being a slave to commerce
of an industry that squeezes the pawn who bursts it,
because the price of fulfilling a dream is facing a life.
I find tears, debts, and incomplete fantasies
immortal battles and rents that are prisoners,
tears among many who suffered from envy,
I send my letters to God and he always returns them cold tears.
Arctic landscapes of the spirit,
time's revolvers and language's twists,
the world is sadistic tragic comedy verse of inversion,
of freedom in this cell, where only tears reign.
Images that pass with time,
passions of poetry and a grail of feelings,
my eyes full of lament want to dry
and spare you the suffering, that's why I count...