Fuimos dos cuervos solitarios
Que accidentalmente
Se quebraron las alas en el mismo lugar..
Por volar muy arriba,
Por tener mucha fe.
Nuestras alas quedaron hechas
huesos y carne,
Y caminamos sin volar
Con un dolor inimaginable.
Lloramos en silencio,
Gritamos en el vacío
Pero en nuestra agónica soledad
Se enlazaron nuestros caminos.
Deje de lado mi sangre y heridas,
Para intentar curar las tuyas,
Te puse por delante de todo,
Hiciste lo mismo que yo.
Y al curarte no me di cuenta,
De que también me sanabas
Y la causalidad que nos trajo
Tomo sentido universal.
Cuál explosión del Big Bang,
Vivir lo genuino, lo imposible.
Amar y ser amado.
El perfecto sinergismo.
Sentir el miedo a perder.
Sentir los celos ciegos.
Sentir las inseguridades propias.
Sentirse menos,
Sentirse....
Como si hubiera sido un placido sueño,
Pero tan bueno,
Que daba miedo que se volviera turbio,
Por eso...
Fue mejor despertar.
Volver al mundo mundano.
El humano y tórrido suelo.
En la realidad esperas lo malo,
Pero en los sueños da miedo
Que alguien te haga volar,
Pues sabes que al despertar
No quedarán rastros de nada.
Por eso es mejor
Quemarse los pies
Con las llamas del presente
Con los carbones ardientes del pesado.
Sin esperar que la perfección
Salga de las cenizas
A besarnos los labios por siempre.
We were two lonely crows
Who accidentally
Broke their wings in the same place...
For flying too high,
For having too much faith.
Our wings became bones and flesh,
And we walked without flying
With unimaginable pain.
We wept in silence,
We screamed into the void
But in our agonizing loneliness
Our paths became entwined.
Set aside my blood and wounds,
To try to heal yours,
I put you first,
You did what I did.
And in healing you I didn't realize,
That you were also healing me
And the causality that brought us together
Took on a universal sense.
Like an explosion of the Big Bang,
To live the genuine, the impossible.
To love and be loved.
The perfect synergism.
To feel the fear of losing.
To feel the blind jealousy.
To feel one's own insecurities.
Feeling less,
Feeling ....
As if it had been a pleasant dream,
But so good,
That it was afraid it would turn cloudy,
That's why...
It was better to wake up.
Back to the mundane world.
The human and torrid ground.
In reality you expect the bad,
But in dreams it's scary
That someone will make you fly,
For you know that when you wake up
There'll be no trace of anything left.
That's why it's better
To burn your feet
With the flames of the present
With the burning coals of the heavy.
Without waiting for perfection
To come out of the ashes
To kiss our lips forever.
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