The days go by
and I’m still here sitting by my window
reading, studying and always
writing about the same.

Days pass by
and they will come no longer
and I am sitting still,
withe unknowing where looking out.

They say that I am somewhat better,
because the Sun already sees my face,
but they don’t know that my heart
is still utterly fill with  hopeless

Days pass by,
which cannot be recovered,
one day after another exactly the same,
but every day that passes
a little more tired I am
of sitting next to my window.


Los días van pasando
y yo sigo aquí sentada junto a mi ventana
leyendo, estudiando, y escribiendo,
siempre sobre lo mismo.
Los días pasan,
y ya no volverán
y yo aquí sentada sigo,
sin saber ya dónde mirar.

Dicen que estoy algo mejor,
porque el sol ya ve mi cara,
pero no saben que mi corazón
sigue vacío de esperanza.

Los días pasan,
días que no se pueden recuperar,
días que continúan siendo
unos tras otro exactamente igual,
pero cada día que pasa
un poco más cansada estoy
de estar sentada junto a mi ventana.

– by Dreams’Espe 06/07/2016

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