They came back but not at night.

They returned but not from the nights

They returned to leave me without my imagination

They returned and did not know my field

They did not understand my statues

Nor the longing for my arrival

Nor what remained of my likenesses

They returned and did not increase my condition

They had no mercy on my condition

They did not leave my mind

Even in the comfort of my neglect

The meanings melted

In the empty heart

And my illusions expanded

On my high throne

And began to chase the light

I ascended to the heights

They returned and did not attain the most precious thing I possess

They returned but left the heart

They ring in my imagination

They returned with my heights

And slaughtered my hopes

And stole my heart

This is my journey

And they stole the dearest

A fire sought to annihilate me

A fire extinguished a fire

In the heart of the dearest

And sought to wither me

Like a miserable flower that used to amaze me

How much sadness steals my condition

From my soul My being and even my imagination?

How much sadness seeks to assassinate me

But my happiness did not remain for me?

Until I renewed my hopes

And the world died when I arrived.