I Call Your Name In The Night
I call your name in the night
Hoping, mercy will be granted on this soul
And you will come to me.
El Amor No Es Real
¿Qué eres, si no el reflejo de mis sueños?
Será por eso que tan inalcanzable te volviste.
Con ansia espero el día de conocerte.
Con ansia espero pasar mi mano por tu delicado rostro
The poet speaks beyond his words
The poet writes in rhythmic verse
To which he feels true.
The dead poet sat at my side.
His breath inspired my pen
And his presence inspired deadly themes.
Aphrodite promised your return on Beltane
I hang to her words with the last hope
Love can give.
Spring is still young