Las dos caras

in Writing Club3 years ago

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Se que hubo traición,
lo mire con mi ojos,
antes de saber que caía al suelo,
y entre mis rodillas, las lagrimas.

I know there was betrayal,
I looked at it with my eyes,
before I knew he was falling to the ground,
and between my knees, the tears.


Aun cuando sentía arder,
entre mi pecho un dolor,
dándome golpes de palpito,
mi voz por completo se calló.


Even when I felt burning,
between my chest a pain,
giving me throbbing blows,
my voice completely stilled.


Había mucho que decir,
entre tantos pensamientos,
excusas de tus labios,
para besar aquellos ajenos.


There was so much to say,
among so many thoughts,
excuses from your lips,
to kiss those of others.


Y aun así tengo dos caras,
una que dice déjalo,
ya es tarde para intentar,
nadie te va a recoger y amar.


And yet I have two faces,
one that says let it go,
it's too late to try,
no one will pick you up and love you.


Por otro lado la que no es falsa,
carcomiendo mis entrañas,
para dejarte ir con rabia,
y con finitos rencores.


On the other side the one that is not false,
gnawing at my insides,
to let you go in rage,
and with finite grudges.


Pero me dice que no te vayas,
no lo hagas que ya es tarde,
vamos a dejar como estaba,
me hago la ciega de la nada.


But it tells me not to go,
don't do it, it's too late,
let's leave as I was,
I pretend to be blind out of nowhere


Porque cuando este en lejanía,
tal vez te recuerde,
y sea allí que me arrepienta,
como lo suelo hacer en este instante.


Because when I'm far away
maybe I'll remember you,
and it's there that I'll regret it,
as I usually do at this instant.



Es mi culpa por dejarte entrar,
pensando que no eras uno más,
todo se pintaba perfecto,
entre más pinceles que los míos.


It's my fault for letting you in,
thinking you weren't one more,
everything looked perfect,
among more brushes than mine.



No dejes que se vaya,
me dice aquella cara,
que de memorias se resguarda,
para perdonar y dejar pasar.


Don't let it go,
that face tells me,
that of memories is guarded,
to forgive and let it pass.



Pero la rabia puede más,
no hay doble moral,
tus maletas afuera están,
te vas y no vuelvas nunca más.


But rage can do more,
there are no double standards,
your bags are outside,
you leave and never come back.

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Saludos así pasa dos caras debatiendose entre la costumbre y la dignidad, me gustó mucho tu forma de expresar eso que se siente con una traición.

Hola muchas gracias. Eso que dices justamente sobre la costumbre y la dignidad, es una batalla interna entre cuál escoger.