One tear drop,
swims in the river,
How come you are gone?
I cry and shiver.
White wolves in the plains,
the wound is healing,
the wind is about to change.
Old man in the porch,
sips his blended coffee,
he buried his horse,
last week one morning.
Desde la cima de la aguja,
contemplo la extensa bahia,
no te niego amor me abruma,
el vacio de tu sonrisa.
El viento corta mi mejilla,
desearia que estuvieras a mi lado,
para abolir la soledad de mi fotografia,
y ver Seattle desde la torre del espacio.
7 De Abril del 2010