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El Exiliado

Llegó la noche y el extranjero...
- -Prefiero que estreches suavemente mi mano ahora que estoy Vivo y
No que apoyes tu cuerpo sobre mi cadáver cuando yo muera- Exiliado y
Apartado primero mueres y después renaces, Aunque tu gente te rechace,
No importa porque el tiempo avanza y tu camino
Busca un desenlace, busca un amigo sin disfraces,
-Llegó la noche y el extranjero...-
Que sentirás al no escuchar a nadie donde se mirase,
Al acostumbrarse a caminar donde solo se yace,
Se hace un fantasma que escribe una frase se muere de olvido Que
Grita al vacío sin que lo escuchasen, Hoy no hay nada,
No es nadie y no importa Es un valiente y un cobarde,
Sólo Dios juzga su historia, Su vida en el desierto,
Su alma seca sin resentimiento, Ni a la muerte, ni a la soledad,
Ni al viento, Que llenó sus ojos con arena y sus labios secos con
Recuerdos, Exiliado alimentando la locura,
La pasión de los no vivos, y no muertos,
Amarga soledad que me das miedo en tu silencio
Trae lo oscuro de mis pensamientos, inciertos...
-Y ahora no podrás hacer nada!
-Muerte y tristeza placer y no belleza será lo que aconseja la maldad,
Te enceguecen y te ofrecen los momentos y
Aunque a veces lastimaras a quien dices amar.
Yo tuve que entrar a su castillo y Perder el brillo que
Alumbraba mi cantar,
Era el castillo de la soledad- Que es más importante?
No es el caminante o el camino,
Yo me imagino que el pergamino donde está Escrito tu destino de
Exiliado te nombrará,
El que se oculta en esta vida es otra porque se Marchita que sangra y
Que grita porque llegó su final,
Si al enterarse mis oídos que este corazón Cortado y confundido
Mañana se oxidaría entre el olvido,
Habría lágrima de auxilio porque Lidió con la muerte y su manto
Desteñido, Arrepentirse y dirigirse al ser supremo no rendirse,
De rodillas se hace grande al hombre cuando sabe que va a hundirse,
No subyugan sus pecados y en su alma hay un Eclipse,
Hay una lluvia triste sólo y sin morirse,
Su mente intenta dirigirse y volar con
Un perfume que intenta extinguirse con él.
Él escribe sus recuerdos así vive y cierra los ojos viaja por el
Cielo y al abrirlos sus pies se lo impiden,
Están pegados en la tierra no habrá sol que los motive,
Los muertos en vida no sueñan no duermen por temor a que los priven,
No puedan respirar tampoco despedirse de su madre,
De su hermana de su hija,
Dale un solo instante para que sus
Palabras se dirijan al oyente, no se aflijan por...

The Exile

Night has come and the stranger...
- -I prefer that you gently squeeze my hand now that I am Alive and
Do not place your body on my corpse when I die- Exiled and
Set apart first you die and then you are reborn, Though your people reject you,
It does not matter because time goes on and your path
Seeks an outcome, seeks a friend without disguise,
-Night has come and the stranger...-
That you will feel when you listen to nobody where you look,
When you get used to walking where you only lie down,
You become a ghost who writes a sentence dies of oblivion That
Screams into the void without being heard, Today there is nothing,
He is nobody and does not matter He is a brave man and a coward,
Only God judges his story, His life in the desert,
His dry soul without resentment, Not to death, nor to loneliness,
Nor to the wind, That filled his eyes with sand and his dry lips with
Memories, Exile feeding madness,
The passion of the not living, and not dead,
Bitter loneliness that scares me in your silence
Bring the darkness of my thoughts, uncertain...
-And now you can't do anything!
-Death and sadness pleasure and no beauty will be what evil advises,
They blind you and offer you the moments and
Although sometimes you hurt the one you say you love.
I had to enter his castle and Lose the shine that
It illuminated my singing,
It was the castle of loneliness-Which is more important?
It is not the walker or the way,
I imagine that the parchment where your destiny is written of
Exiled will name you,
The one who hides in this life is another because he Withers that he bleeds and
That he screams because his end has come,
If my ears hear that this heart Cut off and confused
Tomorrow it would rust among oblivion,
There would be tears of help because He fought with death and its mantle
Faded, Repenting and turning to the supreme being not surrendering,
On his knees man becomes great when he knows that he is going to sink,
His sins do not subdue him and in his soul there is an Eclipse,
There is a sad rain alone and without dying,
His mind tries to go and fly with
A perfume that tries to be extinguished with him.
He writes his memories so he lives and closes his eyes travels through the
Heaven and when he opens them his feet prevent him,
They are stuck in the earth there will be no sun to motivate them,
The living dead do not dream do not sleep for fear of being deprived,
They cannot breathe nor say goodbye to their mother,
To his sister to his daughter,
Give him a single moment so that his
Words are directed to the listener, do not grieve for...