Te cuento...

Que a la tarde no le hace falta el invierno ni a la noche le hace falta el desierto. Te cuento que cuando te fuiste, se me callo el cielo y sin embargo aqui estoy
De pie.

Meanwhile

While you were gone
I took sometime to cry
And I painted in the clouds
The memories from my heart
I wait and the winter came and left...and I cried some more
The flowers bloomed and trees got green...and you were still gone
Summer came and left
And a new autum is almost here
Meanwhile, I finished crying.
No need to apologize.

The Spider

She stands alone
Territorial little creature
And works day and night
Night and day
To build her trap
She sleeps at day
And hunts by night
When morning comes
We see her shiny net
Now dark...a reminder
That the spider work
Pays off at last!

El Poeta

Si me enamoro
de nuevo
Sera de un poeta
Con alma de gorrion
Y puno de escritor