Aprendí
a escuchar y no decir,
pero tu voz me llegaba
fragmentada y rota;
quizá nunca hecha.
Aquel atardecer grisáceo trajo
una noche oscura y abatida
en la que no supimos qué decir.
Mi llanto sordo se reflejaba
en tu rostro,
vivo espejo de la nada.
I learnt
to listen and not saying,
but your voice reached me
fragmented, torn;
Perhaps never built.
That greyish dusk brought
a dark, disheartened night
in which we did not know what to say.
My unvoiced crying was reflected
in your face,
acute mirror of nothingness.
