Travel nights

My heart lived my life as an outcast... Suffering from fear of travel costs

Watching with its bags the faces it loves... Most of them are human nature

So it leaves and my heart leaves wounded... And its weight increases with the weight of travel

Sometimes my tears overcome it and it cries... And other times it pretends to talk to them hypocritically

I hide from people a clear disability... And I resort to a long night of magic

I confess to it the cruelty of my life... And I tell it the sorrows of fate

So it cries and the nights cry for a long time... And the moon hides its tears with the clouds

The heart embraces the darkness of the nights... And the cold of the rain flows through my body

And my cold mixes with the cold of death... And my tears mix with the tears of the rain

And a necklace that was torn slips from my hand... I tightened it throughout the journey

And names that I forget slip from it... I am a reminder of them after my death