Hoy es la víspera de siempre

Today is the Eve of Always,
the days, eternally
won't let me define.
And I'm always like waiting
that when, finally, something happens
I still have something to say,
to feel,
to hold onto,
a piece at least of me.

How's it going, you!
Today is the Eve of Always.
It doesn't matter,
today the sun has risen
in that place
where it usually appears.

How's it going, you!
It's delightful to meet you
and I don't care
to suddenly see myself at a bend,
and totally
disappear again.

Oh, life!
that fills with moments,
that fills with people,
that fills with the same.

Oh, life!
with its silent eve,
with its naked childhood,
with its fleeting sunset.