Luz y sombra

You carry fresh roses in your soul
I, the overwhelming and eternal disillusionment
You, with the calm of a summer sky
I, the bleak sadness of winter

And that's why
When I look at you amidst the extravagance
That your eyes create
Of early dreams
We form a contrast
Like the night
Against the rising sun
Of the morning

And that's why
When I look at you amidst the extravagance
That your eyes create of early dreams
We form a contrast
Like the night,
Against the rising sun of the morning