Despierto, duermo, despierto,
Un ciclo infinito,
Mis brazos enlazados,
Envueltos,
Mordidos por sábanas blancas,
Frazadas azules,
Mis propias piernas,
Soportan mi peso.

Boca abajo…
Duermo,
Me despierto,
Me arrepiento,
No conozco la razón,
Mucho menos el razonamiento terco,
Que me ha llevado a dormir en esta posición,
Protección,
Podría ser,
Pero ¿qué harán unos brazos débiles y unas piernas desnutridas?
Solo la muerte podría venir en defensa de un esqueleto.

At dusk I rise,
Tiptoes lift me,
Passing shadows guide me,
I'm in darkness,
Running,
Spreading my arms out,
Reaching for safety.

I pray to passions,
Unnatural ones,
Those no one's spoken about,
Those of another world,
Where we embrace in silence,
Without the least of regrets.

I'd be a fool if I suffered for love,
I'd be a fool if I listened too closely
To your stern voice,
To your demands.

Afraid, trembling,
They have us,
Cornered,
They challenge,
Values,
Long upheld,
Long forgotten,
Long established,
To erase the few,
That don't fit,
That don't think,
The same,
That don't hum,
The songs we've taught our children.

Oh, are we afraid?
Yes, we are afraid,
Of the unknown,
What are they capable of?
Erasing family ties with unchanging love,
Painting our walls with colorful lust,
What are they capable of?

Sadness the crow held to the thinnest branch of a tree,
Vigilant, the bird saw me and said "hello" with a song,
I had no words, for I was cold and felt a large lump in my throat,
I walked the park in search for a green bench,
And there he was, I knew him,
It was Mr. Pain, "oh, dear friend!"
He embraced me and wrapped me in a paternal hug,
"Long time no see!"
Pain and I were long lost friends,
Our friendship sparked when I was fifteen,
He would visit me in the afternoon,
He was there for me when my mom was away,
Pain, "oh, how I've missed you, old friend!"
His eyes were darker than I remembered,
Two black holes placed on a disfigured face,
"I want to introduce you to my beautiful crow," he said,
As he caressed the head of the bird, he uttered the name of his pet, "Sadness, that's it!"
We spent the afternoon catching up,
Just like the old days.

I ‘ve been kicked out,
Pushed like a newborn out of the womb,
I didn’t cry, so I was spanked,
No one was left in the room, not even the mother.

I tried to crawl,
But my limbs were not ready,
I cried for the nurse,
She came back with a labeled plastic,
I was scared of what it meant,
I still wore it.