these are my hands but what can they give me?, these are my eyes but they cannot see; these are my arms but they don’t know tenderness and i must confess that i am usually drawn to sadness and loneliness has never been a stranger to me
but love tried to welcome me, but my soul drew back, guilty of lust and sin, love tried to welcome me, love tried to break me…
these are my lips but they whisper sorrow, this is my voice but is telling lies, i know how to laugh but i don’t know happiness and i must confess… instead of spring is always winter, and my heart has always been a lonely hunter, but still
love tried to welcome me, but my soul drew back (i was) covered with dust and sin, love tried to welcome me, love tried to break me….

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Entre lo que hoy hago
y lo que dejé de hacer
alcanzo a ver
que lo que hoy es
es como tendría que ser
que entre lágrima, colirio
las remotas ausencias
y las cercanas compañías
sólo se distingue un corazón en llamas
y el palpitar de quien fuera pez.