Inmortalidad

Ochenta estatuas grises, al borde de perdicion.
Lagrimas concretas, perdiendo toda razon.
Dejados esperando, en obsucra tentacion.
Rompiendose por dentro, contemplando traicion.

La lluvia incesante, da uno a caer.
Setenta y nueve caras fijas, empiezan a llover,
Lagrimas de acido, no los dejan ver
Con un ultimo suspiro, uno deja de ser.

Las sombras de los vientos, testigos no seran.
Aunque en sus almas viejas, con el siempre iran.
En sus ojos tristes, la alegria no estara.
Pero en un mundo bello, el los esperara.

Una estatua con alas, entre los demas.
Blanca como nube, descansa sola en paz.
Ya nunca volteara, mirando hacia atras.
Dejando una huella, olvidable; jamas.

---------- translation:

Eighty grey statues, on the verge of being lost,
With concrete tears, losing all reason.
Left waiting, in dark temptation.
Internally breaking, contemplating treason.

The incesant rain, allows one to fall.
Seventy nine solid faces, begin to rain,
Acid tears, not allowing them to see
With one last sigh, one will no longer be.

The shadows of the wind, witnesses won't be.
Although in their old souls, with him they'll always go.
In their sadenned eyes, hapiness wont reside.
But in a beautiful world, he'll wait for them.

A winged statue, among the rest,
White as a cloud, rests alone in peace.
No longer will he turn his head looking behind.
Leaving an imprint, forgettable; never.

Written about a friend who took his own life. Writen 29/01/05. Originally in Spanish.