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Mi habitación favorita
Poco antes de las 10 sonó el despertador
Sin tiempo para más cerré mi habitación.
He escrito en la pared todos mis salmos
para vivir mejor.
Y me he puesto a explicar mi propia historia
en muros de hormigón.
He vuelto a recordar frases que ya olvidé
palabras al azar de un mundo superior
Es mi habitación quien lee mis gritos,
mis voces, es mi habitación.
Poco antes de las tres mi léxico acabó
desnudo de narrar, lo escrito se borró.
Y nada era verdad, yo era mentira
giraba en su interior.
Borracho de sudor, loco de vida.
Mi dueño no era yo.
Es mi habitación, quien lee mis gritos, mis voces
Es mi habitación...
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Maelinhon 2021-04-18
Maelinhon 2021-04-18Traduzione
My favorite room
Just before 10 o’clock the alarm clock rang
I had no time for more, so I closed my room.
I’ve written all my psalms on the wall
to live better.
And I’ve started to explain my own story
on the concrete walls.
I recalled phrases that I already forgot,
random words from higher worlds
My room is reading my screams,
my voices, it’s my room.
Just before three my lexicon finished
Too naked to tell, that what was written -was erased.
And nothing was true, Im myself was a lie,
it was spinning inside.
Drunk with sweat, mad about life.
My landlord was not me.
It is my room, who reads my screams, my voices
It’s my room…
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