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I just wanted to write down my thoughts in English – on this language they don’t seem such silly and corny.
I’ve remembered the sleeves divided into two parts and cold black eyes looking straight at mine but expressing only indifference
[Every time this obsession begins I say that I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes]
Emptiness in his strict eyes smothers me
He is the ideal reflection of my dream
I filled my mind with him
He filled my life with silent pain [el dolor callado] and hollow suffering
I inverted punctuation marks and tried to hold independence in my heart in vain
All good signs I’ve been getting from “fate” are just piteous attempts of my mind to give me hope