|ENG|
Cyclic
Seeing me today
would let me know
I do not intend to write.
I messed up my letters,
and they are still stumped.
With my rosemary
I long for them to bloom.
As he is more than dead,
I refuse to throw it away.
It's not an attachment;
neither of my lyrics
I want to ditched.
During this moment of pause,
my roots are resisting growing.
This is not recited with regret;
it will happen again.
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|ESP|
Cíclico
Si pudiera verme hoy,
sabría que de mí
no hay intención para escribir.
Desaliñé mis letras,
persisten arrumbadas.
Anhelo que florezcan
con mi romero.
Él está más que muerto,
me abstengo de tirarlo.
No quiero llamarle apego;
tampoco de mis letras
quiero deshacerme.
Es un momento de pausa
en donde mis raíces
no quieren seguir creciendo.
No recito con pesar,
esto volverá a suceder.
