Tú, mi poesía [English translation]

It is still impossible for me to distinguish this pain

with a year, night and day, having weakened my heart

the skin attached to bone* and the seed of a love

growing in that wound recalling your taste

You, my poetry, feed me with inspiration,

return to my life and nourish my heart

for my world is dying little by little

without you

I want you to understand that without you I am not me

with zero thoughts and a warning inside me

without you the light that I turn on in me turns itself off

my soul torments itself because someone left it behind

You, my poetry, feed me with inspiration,

return to my life and nourish my heart

for my world is dying little by little

without you

You, my poetry, feed me with inspiration,

return to my life and nourish my heart

for my world is dying little by little

without you

If you hadn't ignored me and had heeded my cries for help

I pick up my pieces and hide myself with the sun