GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I would like to find on my path, a fragrant flower,

And that its aroma, in remembrance, would bring me the recollection,

Of what fate did not allow me to have, my beloved,

Who lives in lament, in arms full of hope.

Arms full of cries, in contained distress,

I wish to burst the canvas, for not having lived,

The life I dreamed, but was never my right,

My sad eyes, troubled, trapped in their bed.

Confined to a wasted and cold destiny,

I have only in my soul the consolation of one day,

At least having desired, in endless solitude,

The love I never had, but that dwells within me.

I am left to redraw my countenance with the strokes of illusion,

So that tomorrow, with letters of fire, I may sing my song,

The sadness of eternal tears that illuminate my essence,

And in pain, I find the pure, though bitter, existence.

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