Me voy quedando

I'm going blind
The light flickers in my bones
Only the night spills
Its hope in the silence
Golden, wounded
By moons that pass singing

I'm staying alone
Far from the sky and time
Among desolate footprints
Without women and without dogs
To smell the traces
Where dreams pass by

Sometimes I don't know who I am
The spear of my whistle
Stirs up memories
Unraveling paths
While my laughter
Falls into the abyss

I'm becoming unsociable
Embalming destinies
I don't regret anything
Good and evil are forgotten
Cases of air
That hold sorrow and scream

I'm becoming free
Without arrivals or returns
The soul is surplus
To sing to the bones
Curious about routes
That border eternal flavors