When Hope Wakes Up Within Me,
I Can Find Myself Dreaming
Of The Flight Of My Soul.
When I Feel Anxiety In My Heart
For That Painful Slavery
That Brings Tears And Desire To Love Again,
I Look For You In The Darkness Of My Mind
And I Recall The Sound Of Your Voice.
When I Feel That Time Has Not Yet
Won Its Battle Against Me-Â…
I Roll All My Thoughts Into A Ball
As If They Were Made Of Paper
And I Abandon These Words To Wander
In A Space Where Your Sight Is Absent.
I Would Like To Forget My Dreams And Sighs
And Drown In This Sea Of Useless Hopes,
I Would Like To Fill My Mouth
With Dust And Earth-Â…
I Would Like To Thrust My Fingernails
Into This Accursed Silence
And Lacerate It To Pieces.
I Am Giving Birth To These Feelings
To Denude My Heart Of A Coldness
That I Have Deep Inside Me-Â…
And To Allow That A Poisonous Sleep
Insinuates Itself Under My Eyelids