Sunset poem

The sun is persevering in its desire to flood hearts,
tireless, he makes his way to fill every corner with life.

And just as the sun appears in the evening,
You announced your departure with a long look.
A look as deep as the orange rays that watered over the plain.

The orange sky was painted,
the atmosphere was tinged with your silence,
the delirium of life seemed to fade
and the emptiness of nothingness filled our hearts.

How to feel an empty heart
         or read the passage of a cloud,
When our eyes are clouded with old tears?

How to know how taste a cold night,
          a sunny day,
or the sea that has calmed down,
When our mouth is busy saying failure?

You've gone like the sun at sunset
and now I'm watching the night from the earth,
I see as the darkness that prevails over the universe,
dodging each star.

Terrible truth, I own nothing!

Without the sun I am a prisoner of darkness,
without you I am a prisoner of loneliness. For death bought man
sealing a deal with time,
Since then dance chained to his own grave,
to the compaz of dark melodies.

Only a few have broken their chains,
chasing the midday sun.
For these there is no longer any place on earth,
his home is exile and his flag is a sword.
 Their souls will burn in the flame of nothingness.

We are passing breeze

We are flames that extinguish,
we are passing breeze,
we are waves that hit,
that come and go.

We are sparks from nothing,
lost in the immensity,
we are house of cards,
in the passage of a hurricane.

We are dewdrop,
that the sun to dry,
tell me where I keep you,
in my poems or sing?

Longing to embody in letters,
foolishly achieve eternity,
we look for light blindly,
disguising the truth.

Written is the last page,
but not the true ending,
we only have to write with blood,
what time has to erase.

If we ever meet,
How fleeting will it be?
a star that shines in the sky,
or a comet that falls in the sea?

When the time approaches,
to claim what he belongs,
I ask you to take me to the sun,
in its flames shipwreck.