PAZ A SUS RESTOS
Todos sabían que existía,
nadie lo valoraba,
hasta el ultimo momento lo ignoraban,
ahora que no está lo lamentan,
lloran que ha muerto el amor.
Murió lentamente,
sufrió solo y en silencio,
se le descompuso el alma
al ver tanto sufrimiento,
pero nadie escuchaba su dolor,
hoy que nadie lo ve
preguntan por su color.
Se ha muerto el amor,
que descanse en paz,
lloran lo que entendieron su partida,
confundidos siguen algunos tras su ida,
pero todos en el pecho llevan el peso
de ser culpables de asesinato,
de robarle ese gozo a cada humano.
PEACE TO HIS REMAINS
Everyone knew he existed,
no one valued it,
until the last moment they ignored him,
now that he's gone they mourn,
they mourn that love has died.
He died slowly,
he suffered alone and in silence,
his soul was discomposed
at the sight of so much suffering,
but no one listened to his pain,
now that no one sees him
they ask for his colour.
Love has died,
may it rest in peace,
they mourn for those who understood his departure,
some are still confused after his departure,
but all carry in their chests the weight
of being guilty of murder,
of stealing that joy from every human.
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