(Español)
Las miradas pueden matarte o amarte..
salvarte o hundirte..,
en una mirada puede habitar desprecio o ternura.
Dicen que los ojos son la puerta del alma
un sin fin de misterios que callamos,
eternos desconocedores de la verdad infinita.
El día en que ella se vio reflejada a través de su mirar,
pudo ver lo que ocultaban sus ojos,
observo el odio oculto en su interior,
su alma vacía, carente de amor...
Ese día, ella se percibió ante sus ojos, sin brillo,
con la mandíbula rota, temblorosa, sus labios tiritando
cerca del colapso.
Ella tomo su voluntad y su amor para salvarse.
Soltó su persistencia, su terquedad, decidió descender,
emprender el vuelo, con sus alas un tanto rotas
pero aun podía elevarse y volar.
Ella se convirtió
en pájaro salvaje de libre vuelo.
(English)
Looks can kill you or love you.
save you or sink you ..,
contempt or tenderness can inhabit a look.
They say that the eyes are the door to the soul
an endless number of mysteries that we keep silent,
eternal ignorant of the infinite truth.
The day she was reflected through his gaze,
He could see what his eyes were hiding,
he saw the hatred hidden inside him, his empty soul, devoid of love ...
That day, she perceived herself before his eyes, dull,
her jaw broken, trembling, her lips twitching
close to collapse.
She took his will and his precarious
love to save herself. He let go of his persistence,
his stubbornness,
decided to descend,take flight,
with his wings somewhat broken
but it could still soar and fly.
She was converted
a wild bird of free flight.
Las fotografias y el escrito son de mi propiedad.
The photographs and the writing are my property.