La Nieve En La Bola de Nieve

A nostalgia where the dew condenses,
A misstep towards a whirlpool in the river.
Any nonsense today makes sense
And becomes a dilemma
For this longing heart
That only thinks about the missing half today.

An insistent unease that doesn't understand reasons,
A songwriter who doesn't understand his own songs.
The slightest breeze as if it were a cyclone
Disrupts the weather vane of this impatient heart
Looks at the emergency brake glass.

A coupling, a sound that gives its own sound,
It feeds back.

An obsession spinning in its own spiral
Of storm clouds.

Everything can be
As dangerously light
As the snow in the snowball.