My things, I take my things as fast as I can.I don't want to see me.
Don't say anything.
Oh, please don't say anything.
Your words burn like acid on my skin
that penetrated, Do remember that time?
Do not remember your expression of hatred?
Do not remember my prayers, my cries?
Do we can not look back
And you account for all the harm done?
My things, I take my things as fast as I can.
I'm going now to escape your grip, your criticisms
Your delusions. Flee yourself and myself.
I don't want to see me.
Not surprised at all.
Oh, please, not surprised at all.
Quien quiera la traducción, contactarse with me ;D
.jpg)
.jpg)
2 comentarios:
amigaaa!!... mucho tiempo sin hablar ^^ traduje tu poema y me gusto mucho, como todo lo que escribes. ojala podamos hablar luego, me gustaría :P
saludosssss
^^Sepul^^
«Somos una especie de cebra que divaga entre el cambio hacia lo desconocido y el retorno hacia lo mismo. La metamorfosis de nuestro ser trae el blanco-negro tatuado en la piel, la búsqueda y el desacierto de la mortalidad.» Belmar
Publicar un comentario