- I am a casual gamer, guitar player, father, Martial Artist, and member of a wonderful family.
Please note that this
is an “idea” translation of “Mitologia.”
Poetic language and the transition of the wording doesn’t always transliterate
the idea that is intended to express, therefore this is a translation of idea
Such now I recall your eyes
But when I see them they take over
Such now I discover your hair
That like networks on water they slide
I believe I’m living on illusion
I do not know if for you or your smile
I believe I’m a little unwise
And at fault is your figure that is breeze
And your short sight
Is wild grass
And your sight on me
Is a great abyss that ends on you
You lips are free like the skin itself
Mine are like an insufficient feeling
Your free lips playing on my dreams
And, I believe, I’m falling in love little by little
To think of you is the twilight of the past
Is to add a ghost to the darkness of my night
To think of you is to give a little light to the unknown
And turning into illusion which with the dawn is waste
Translation of Mitología
Translated by Luis Torres.
Taken from Ciclos
by Luis Torres.
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- "Who forgets it's past for good of bad is in danger to repeat it" -Luis Torres.