Demasiado frío,
frío que quema, arde...
mata lentamente,
duele...
como si atravesaran
mil cuchillos
desgarra al corazón,
sangre que cristaliza,
forma vidrios,
y al fluir por las venas
desgasta, corta
hiere demasiado
y se derrama,
al igual que derrama vida…
vida que no despeja
como vidrio empañado
que no deja ver…
como niebla que satura
y oculta toda posibilidad de ser feliz
de tener amor real.

Aire frío
que coagula las ganas de vivir
llorar no deshiela
esta falta de ti
de amor propio,
iceberg que se hunde
en un mar iluso.

Too cold,
cold that burns, stings...
kills slowly,
it hurts...
as if piercing with
a thousand knives
it tears the heart,
blood that crystallizes,
forms glass,
and upon flowing through the veins
wears down, cuts
wounds too much
and spills,
just as it spills life…
life that does not clear
like fogged glass
that does not let one see…
like fog that saturates
and hides every possibility of being happy
of having real love.

Cold air
that coagulates the will to live
crying does not thaw
this lack of you
of self-love,
iceberg that sinks
in a deluded sea.