Three years de lagrima y yo soy un vaso vacío

Sun, 10/13/2013 - 11:55 -- pablo91


Three years have passed since,

There is no salvation from the mistakes,

From the agony and pain I have caused my friends and kin.

From the wrong I have done in this grim,

This grimmest of days, months, years.

This stain on my life, these tears,

These tears streaming down my face,

These tears slowing down my pace.

I will never forget my parents and their sacrifice,

And their endless adoration, pride and love.

No matter how I act, or behave or live

They always come back to give and give and give.

There is no end in sight of their love,

It’s is as if out of their chests flies a flock of doves.

Contempt, I feel, for my failures for my incompetence,

I must atone, atone, atone.

But tis not possible for this is hammered in stone.


Ay la lagrima que pasa cada día que termina.

No puedo vivir en este manera.

Porfa, dame la chanza de serlo otra vez.

De echar la pierda de rechazo, de equivocación.

Dame la oportunidad de vacación,

Vacación afuera de mi cuerpo, de mi menta, de mi corazón.

Dame la chanza devolver a mis hermanos, a mis abuelos,

A mis tías y tíos, a mis primos, mi primo Martín, el es mi hermano.

Para dar amor y allegro a todos que me ayudaron.

Dame la chanza de echar la sida, el VIH que vive en mi sangre,

Que vive en mi cuerpo, en mi menta, en mi alma, en mi corazón, en mi vida.

Echarlo a la universo que el noche no termina.


Please give me a second chance,

let me go back in time and undo my incompetence.


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