Virgen de la aurora

The night chases me until the night,
and every blank shadow is another goodbye.
In every futile scream there's another scream,
and in every heart, my heart...
Useless anxiety, that of your absence.
If in the end, there's no return without departure...
and the wound of your kiss is a wound
that with tears, cannot be healed...

You had, like a virgin of the dawn,
a song of dry leaf in your gaze.
And extinguished, torn apart,
defeated...
the word of goodbye.
You had a wandering destiny,
star of verses without destination.
Of yellow and forgotten verses
that are kept at the bottom of love.

A dream without history, without solace...
and the slightest disturbance of another goodbye.
The dagger without mercy of a crazy kiss,
and a bit of another love for my love...
Useless anxiety, that of your absence.
If in the end, every encounter is a farewell...
and the wound of your kiss is a wound
that with tears, cannot be healed...