Derruído

En la franca suavidad
de las notas incautas
captivas en mis oídos
repiten los golpes… titilan de frío

Describir en formas un mismo color
con adjetivos que destruyen su sentido
acaso transforma el concepto
y corrompen palabras… lo llenan de hastío.

The day she realized she is exhausted

What is in rebirth
but regrets on death?

Is everything inside tired?
bordening non-existance fields
tip toeing on the edge of every dream
that lie broken, turned to dust

Am I not who I used to be?
like a beach shore is lost in the drought
my marbles eyes have turned to stone?
who says I wanted what I yearned for

What is regret?
But rebirth of pain…
the exhaustion in death