Hello, spring flower.
Bloom for me.
Treat me kindly,
love me tenderly,
hold me close.
Stay, spring flower.
Even when the fall arrives,
don't go.
Even when the morning comes,
don't leave me alone.

I really do have nothing;
nothing but desires and lies.
It looks plain
under my skin.
I want something
like courage
to erase myself
or a magic spell
to be someone else.

Mis llantos ahogados,
el pálido cielo,
la lluvia viciada,
no buscan consuelo.

We didn’t have
any microphone.
We sang,
with the might
of twenty lions,
a savage melody
as soft as flowing water,
a deafening pitch
thar ripped the wind.
It was out of tune,
our joyful voices
lamented spells of hope,
echoing furiously
against the trees
and all over the town.
They heard us
but we didn’t mind.
Maybe everyone heard us.
They wouldn’t understand.
At that jade corner
of the world,
which was ours
and where only us could be heard
we sang with the might of twenty lions
until our voices faded away.

Black ink was poured
amidst my mind:
tragic drawings,
blurred lines;
what a bittersweet sight.
With paper wings I fly,
tears dancing in the wind.