Torn Between Two Worlds

Floating in the atmosphere as the air I breathe;
are the prisoners of my infinite love.
Like sparkles shining in the sky;
are my people, my family .

Fulfilling my dreams, sometimes I must fly,
And I leave the nostalgia at the speed of light
barefooted on the puddles of rain, I run.
like fuel to my senses, I smell the wet earth.

Writes in my soul the hand of the unknown,
a greeting, smiles, salutes.
The spring, summer, and winter become witnesses,
as it rise from the earth, a rebirthing mind.

And I would like to live life imitating a snail,
To take twenty years from my door to my port,
And that the clock would lose its hands,
And yesterday, today and tomorrow would join together at dawn.

The morning comes with a flag at half mast
Yesterday the mariachi sang to a regressive count
The lazy swallow must return.
Prisoners of my infinite love,
for you I live, for you I die.

The escape from the sun to my moons,
breaks my heart in a thousand pieces,
deceiving my love in the intent,
worsen my emptiness even greater.

On the other side of the sun are resting
bare feet surrendered. The luggage returns to the closet.
In my heart begins a persistent beat;
with the longing of wanting to go home.