Quien me va a querer?
Quien se va a conmover por mi chueca sonrisa?
Quien vera más allá del ***** velo?
Quien me quitara el luto?
Quien tendrá suficiente luz,
para alumbrar mi vida?
Quien va a encontrarme entre la fría bruma
que como espuma va formando hoyos cuando
estallan sus gotas?
Quien me prestara sus ojos para ver el color del cielo?
Quien quitara el rancio bilis de mis labios ya secos de dolor?
Quien humedecerá mi piel fruncida  por falta de amor?
Quien me salva, si ya Dios no escucha mis plegarias?
Quien me salva,
Si no quiero yo ser salvada?


LeydisProse
4/10/2017


Who will love me?
Who will be stirred by my crooked smile?
Who will see beyond the black shroud?
Who would clinch my mourning?
Who has enough light to illuminate my life?
Who will find me amidst the cold mist?
That obstinate haze which like foam, is beginning to produce holes when its bubbles burst?
Who will lend me their eyes, so that I may see the color of the sky?
Who will remove the rancid bile from my orifices? My lips, which have dried from all the pain.
Who will moisten and peel off the charred pieces of my skin?
Who will save me, if God no longer hears me?
Who will save me…………,
if I don’t want to be saved?

LeydisProse
4/10/2017