MURIÓ SU MUSA
Le dieron la noticia
y no se contuvo
comenzó a llorar sin conduelo
su corazón destrozado
en pedazos salieron por sus lágrimas
sin decir una palabra.
Se hundía en la tristeza profunda
de un quejo de tristeza
que no quiso escuchar la voz de su razón
porque todo se convirtió
en una angustia como río
que fluye entre las rocas
pidiéndole consuelo al rumor
de las aguas turbias del tormento.
Ha muerto su musa
ha muerto su razón
de la pluma que pintaba
las palabras más finas
del lenguaje más pulcro
de su pensamiento.
HIS MUSE DIED
They gave him the news
and he didn't hold back
she began to cry without mercy
her heart broken
in pieces they came out through her tears
wordlessly.
She sank into deep sadness
of a complaint of sadness
that she did not want to listen to the voice of her reason
because everything became
in anguish like a river
that flows between the rocks
asking for comfort from the rumor
from the murky waters of torment.
His muse has died
his reason has died
from the pen that he painted
the finest words
of the neatest language
of his thoughts.
