Sin Consuelo

Living without rest, demanding from fate,
for not finding consolation, since she has
left.
Memories in his soul are like knives,
killing the hope of being able to forget her.
He wanders through the nights, chasing his star,
dawn breaks, hoping she returns.
Embedded in his chest is the cross of his
beloved,
like a sea bleeding, that wound in the soul.
He walks the roads, chewing on a sorrow,
tears and forgetfulness, remain in the
footprint.
The bitter taste of pain accompanies him,
he walks through life, without relief and without calm.
Cursing the earth for not having her body,
he begs God to take him, to be with her.
Embedded in his chest is the cross of his
beloved,
like a sea bleeding, that wound in the soul.