Words,
those that suddenly emerge,
the thought that overflows.
I search in the beginning,
in the silence of the premises.
I look at you.
I hope to feel you close,
to furrow your lips,
but then,
I can't find words.
Words,
those that get lost on my lips,
I'm looking for the right ones,
I've got ends in my mind to address you.
I find nothing but sorrow,
I'm sorry I can't talk to you,
pity of not being able to be more than
I'm just going to have to use some battered words.
Palabras,
aquellas que afloran de pronto,
pensamiento que desbordan.
Busco en el inicio,
en el silencio del local.
Te miro.
Espero sentirte cerca,
surcar tus labios,
pero entonces,
no encuentro palabras.
Palabras,
aquellas que se pierden en mis labios,
busco las correctas,
ato cabos en mi mente para dirigirme a ti.
No encuentro más que pena,
pena de no poderte hablar,
pena de no poder ser más que
palabras maltrechas.
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