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No renunciare 6/10/01 El camino de mi vida me a instruido con un cursillo circular. Cuando amar me a tocado he logrado hasta mi alma entregar. Y en el momento de la partida, cuando el llanto roba la alegría. He conocido mi destino y no renunciare a lo que e sentido. Es que en la vida lo que comienza siempre suele terminar. Como la aroma de la rosa que perfuma hasta el marchitar. Y el amor que encarna muerte espiritual en su despedida, Me resucita con creces al volver entregar mi corazón y vida. Reniego de lamentos por amores dejado atrás. Ya que arrepentirme de haber amado; soy incapaz. Y aunque se que amar es arriesgar todo mi sentir, No renunciare al amor porque el amar es vivir. Estoy segura que este corazón me volverá a traicionar. Me tiene sin cuidado porque he aprendido que vivir es amar. Y aun pintando mi vida con lagrimas manchadas de dolor No renunciare de dibujar mis sueños con el felón amor. Que me arranque el alma este corazón engañador. Que viole mis sueños al quebrantarse otro amor. Que me arrastren a la angustia las garras de su partir. Y aun, ¡No renunciare al amor en el camino de mi vivir!
The
Love of Souls
I
Will Not Renounce (translated from Spanish) 6/10/01 The
path of my life has taught me with a circular course. When
I have loved, even my soul I have surrendered. And
in the moment of parting, when weeping has stolen joy, I
have known my destiny and have renounced what I have felt behind. It
is that in life, all that starts has the habit of ending. Like
the aroma of roses that perfume till they wither. Yet
the love that embodies spiritual death in its farewell, Will
resuscitate ten-fold once I surrender my heart and life again. I
deny regret of loves left behind. To
regret having loved; I am incapable of. And
even though I know that to love is to gamble all my feelings, I
will not renounce love, because to love is to live. I
am certain that this heart will betray me once more. But
I am without worry since I have learned that to love is to live. And
even as I paint my life with pain stained tears, I
will not renounce the coloring of my dreams with the felon of love. Let
it tear out my soul; this deceitful heart. Let
it rape my dreams as another love crumbles. Let
it drag me to anguish with its claws of departure. And
still, I will not renounce love from the path of my life.
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