sábado, 10 de enero de 2009

To the father that could not be ...

Images, not words, storm my mind,
for too many years have I been deaf and blind,
as if ignoring your memory, keeping you in the dark,
would protect me from suffering, as hardened bark.

It's time I do away with my fear,
it's time I talk to you as if you were near,
Above all the cruel fate, beyond the pain,
Now shines the sun, playing with drops of rain.

I promise, dad, that the thought of you won't make me cry,
Together our hearts, the tears will dry,
I know you loved me, I know you cared,
This I cherish, and all those moments that could not be shared.

Rabia de amor

Antaño bebí a la fuente de tu amor,
ahora, sedienta, cruzo un charco de dolor.

Un tempo mi dissetai alla fonte del tuo amore,
adesso, assetata, attraverso una pozzanghera di dolore.