Caminando por un sendero,
una gran nube de polvo se asoma,
ciega mi vista en desespero,
porque oigo una voz que recuerdo.
Sigo caminando con tal ansiedad,
mi mente rostros pasan como el viento,
hasta que mis ojos miran hacia lo lejos,
un ser querido que en la vida no tengo.
De inmediato siento ganas de abrazar,
una forma de sentir su calidez,
teniendo vida no fue así,
pero en sueños siempre así termine.
No era yo solo quien estaba feliz,
se notaba su sonrisa dibujada,
como si estuviese esperando,
mientras juega una ronda de barajas.
En su vieja mesa cuadrada,
donde varias partidas a de jugar,
dejando recuerdos en mi mente,
una forma poco habitual de conectar.
Pero mis ansias no quedaron allí,
sabía que debía ver a alguien más,
aprovechar esa oportunidad,
de verla y abrazarla una vez más.
En eso tambien la miro de lejos,
en un gran jardín lleno de flores
tal vez un lugar donde se esconde,
porque al acercarme al suelo llega.
No sabía que estaba pasando,
pero sin dudarlo su cuerpo he tomado,
esperando tal vez una ayuda,
porque sabía que su vida se extinguía.
Lo extraño es que ya yo sabía,
conscientemente ella no estaba viva,
pero detrás de mí alguien que amo,
deseaba verla, abrazarla y decirle te amo.
Hasta que el mal de los sueños
cruda verdad de la vida me apuñala,
una estaca directo a la espalda,
me hace caer pero devolver a la realidad.
Tal vez un sueño de mucho anhelo,
quizás un poco de culpabilidad,
no apreciar lo que se tiene,
y cuando no esta se llena de ansias en demasía.
Walking along a path,
a large dust cloud looms,
blinds my sight in despair,
because I hear a voice I remember.
I keep walking with such anxiety,
my mind faces pass like the wind,
until my eyes look into the distance,
a loved one that in life I don't have.
I immediately feel like hugging,
a way to feel their warmth,
having life was not like that,
but in dreams I always end up like this.
It was not just me who was happy,
I could see her smile on her face,
as if he was waiting,
while playing a round of cards.
At his old square table,
where several games are to be played,
leaving memories in my mind,
an unusual way to connect.
But my longing didn't stop there,
I knew I had to see someone else,
take advantage of that opportunity,
to see her and embrace her one more time.
At that I also looked at her from afar,
in a big garden full of flowers
perhaps a place where she hides,
because as I approach the ground she arrives.
I didn't know what was happening,
but without hesitation I have taken her body,
hoping perhaps for help,
because I knew that his life was extinguished.
The strange thing is that I already knew,
consciously she was not alive,
but behind me someone I love,
I wanted to see her, hug her and tell her I love you.
Until the evil of dreams
raw truth of life stabs me,
a stake straight through my back,
makes me fall but bring me back to reality.
Maybe a dream of longing,
maybe a bit guilt,
not appreciating what you have,
and when it's not there, it's filled with too much longing.