Dias eternos

There are days I wake up, shivering from the cold,
not knowing why
Days I can’t get up even after trying three times,
not knowing why
Behind the blinds, the sun has slipped down,
from its blue square
In the mirror, a heart struggles,
pinned to the cross, bleeding on the cross, its depression.

There are days that even your hands, couldn’t ease me
not knowing why
Days I feel so alone, despite your lips
not knowing why
I drink your water but even your love
no longer quenches my thirst
I think of the blade but I lack the courage
to face the dawn
lost in the web of another pain.

They are eternal days not really knowing why
They are eternal days like needles that move
today on my clock backward
moving backward.

Outside the rain keeps falling straight down
mortal zero
In the mirror, a heart struggles,
pinned to the cross, bleeding on the cross, its depression.

They are eternal days not really knowing why
They are eternal days like needles that move
today on my clock backward
moving backward.

There are days that come to an end, and I give thanks
you know why...