I have met the twilight!
not by seeking it out but by being my counselor.
I have learned to deal with brokenness, I have encountered its bitter presence amidst frothy smiles
presence amidst frothy smiles, deal with it.

I have met the penumbra!
who with stinging fury told me that:
"Love is not held by one person alone, but by all".....
And if I go as I have come, say that I hummed with her.

I have seen her countenance and opaque aura,
that shatters the calm of the taciturn and almost a turn of escape to the suicidal.
He who claims to know her, she does not know her;
for she does not whisper in the ear, she does not sing to the moon, she does not dance to the stars.

I have feared its restlessly human features, it bifurcates ~
the lonely hut with delirium and moves like a hummingbird from lily to lily.
Darling, I know you cannot heal the lethargy, nor the sharp wound left in my breast by unrequited hearts.
left in my chest by unrequited hearts leaving footprints in my nest.

I have met the twilight,
in the dark valentine of my coat where memories will emigrate with their briefcase in their yacht.
Wise advice left absurdly:
"Life is a horse; to ride the horse you must pet it;
if it belongs in the country, don't take it to the park."

His visit is not a clear objective, it incites me to hatred that irritates me between giggles
and the pupil that dilates at the sight of a living dead knowing that it will drag him.
If life is dictated by the ticking of the clock, this quotation makes it obvious
that there is something that escapes my comprehension and that soon a fact will confirm it.

Well, what are you doing here, discolored black hole!
soul that disarms souls, loathsome vessel before you I have no fear.
Inexplicable advice for my cruel life is an unknown,
I am an embodiment of a hermit who glimpses life and death between his fingers.

I never got any answers to my questions,
although always being in my cave is like calling her.
She is always still with me waiting for the dastardly to happen,
and I always stupefied with each pact ignored what she requests, yes...

Many ruffian memories of me; I have come to remember her,
the times she talks to me, the times she ignores me.
Since I understand nothing and only remember the first time,
when one night she showed up... and I knew the twilight.

¡Muchas gracias por leerme! / Thank you very much for reading me!