Wanderer | Deambulante. Poema [Eng/Esp]

My shadow is adventurous,
she goes to the street when I sleep,
wandering through mysterious places,
those who like shadows,
some are addicted to light,
but my shadow likes the night,
and the gloomy and dark places,
My shadow is braver than me,
more determined,
He has gone traveling through unknown places,
If she risks everything for her goals,
to achieve what she longs for,
I am a faint-hearted person who only wishes,
that she has become accustomed to the custom,
my shadow looks like cats,
she leaves and disappears doing perhaps what things,
with other darker shadows,
I know that one day she won't come back again,
She will go to the paradise of shadows,
Maybe it's the best thing she can do,
leave without conflict and in silence.