A força de nits

The strength of nights
I cherish my life
and from it I’m making
my best friend,
with a dose of truths,
with a dose of lies,
it hurts a little,
it fascinates me a bit.

The strength of nights
I invent the dawns
that every morning
wake up the plains,
and I wait for their call
that tells me "it’s time,"
to be by their side
if I’m still good enough.

And in the meantime, I learn
the cost of a longing,
the spasm of tears,
the alphabet of screams,
and so I make time
my ally
that brings me closer to tomorrow with every second.

The strength of nights
I envy the new day,
despite the executioners
of reasons and lives.
Don’t forget any name:
it’s important to remember
so we don’t repeat
the steps of a story.