Romance fugaz/ Short-lived romance

Al principio recuerdo que era extraño, cuando se cruzaban nuestras miradas.

Me provocaba piel de gallina, su visión me helaba la sangre en las venas.

Pero no lograba esquivarle, me gustaba sentirme medio hipnotizada.

Él es un hombre misterioso, juega conmigo a su antojo y yo no opongo 

resistencia, no tengo arma de defensa, puesto que él me gusta, me hechiza.

Es un fruto prohibido, sé que me estoy quemando, que juego con fuego,

pero ahora mismo no me importan las heridas que pueda causarme.

Me dejo llevar, su sóla presencia me magnetiza, me hace sentir mujer querida. Me roza y acaricia y yo me siento locamente satisfecha.

Me encanta vivir en su mundo de delirio y amor.

Somos uno, cada vez que nuestro cuerpo y alma se fusionan. 

Pero ya no debo pensarle más, no debo verle más.

Y aunque él es gigantesca tentación, yo debo tomar mi precaución.

Debo recurrir y apelar a mi mente, no estamos 

destinados para estar juntos.

Ambos sabíamos que este romance, no duraría toda una vida.

Mejor cortarlo ahora de raíces para no salir demasiado lastimados.

Él por su camino y yo siguiendo el mío.

Hoy tan sólo quedan bellos recuerdos y el repaso en mi memoria, 

de ese romance que supo a gloria.

At first I remember it was strange, when our eyes met.

It gave me goose bumps, the sight of him chilled the blood in my veins.

But I couldn't avoid him, I liked to feel half hypnotised.

He's a mysterious man, he plays with me as he pleases and I don't put up any resistance, I have no weapon of defence. 

I have no weapon of defence, because I like him, he bewitches me.

It's a forbidden fruit, I know I'm burning, that I'm playing with fire,

but right now I don't care about the wounds he might cause me.

I let myself go, his mere presence magnetises me, makes me feel like a beloved woman. He touches me and caresses me and I feel madly satisfied.

I love living in his world of delirium and love.

We are one, every time our body and soul merge. 

But I mustn't think of him any more, I mustn't see him any more.

And though he is a gigantic temptation, I must take my precaution.

I must turn to and appeal to my mind, we are not 

Fated to be together.

We both knew this romance, it wouldn't last a lifetime.

Better to nip it in the bud now so we don't get hurt too badly.

He went his way and I went mine.

Today there are only beautiful memories and the review in my memory, 

of that romance that tasted like glory.

by So Sunny

Cabizbaja/ Head down

Tiene cosas pendientes en la vida. 

Pasó una mala racha, algunas pesadillas.

Se sentía presa de la soledad, había perdido su voluntad.

Andaba cabizbaja. 

Reinaba la tristeza en su cabeza.

Experimentaba rechazo y repudio, 

se consideraba su propia esclava.

Su mundo a la deriva estaba y la lucha ella abandonaba.

Un mar de lágrimas formaba gran parte de su día, ya apenas disfrutaba con la luz del día.

Y entre sombras y oscuridad ella decidía, 

que era necesario cambiar el rumbo de su agonía.

Decidió acompañar a la puerta su pasado, 

decirle adiós a su calvario, expulsar la negatividad y pasividad, 

y optar de nuevo por la felicidad.

Fue un cambio radical para ella, 

despertó a tiempo, recobró sus ganas de vivir.

Día tras día ella iba recuperando su sonrisa, ahora eso exactamente era su premisa.

Y con cada amanecer, ella de nuevo tenía elementos por agradecer.

En su pecho de nuevo florecía la esperanza, en su corazón se extendía la confianza,

poco a poco gobernaba la templanza. Y dejaba atrás toda la tiniebla sufrida, para iniciar una nueva vida. Porque un mal episodio lo tiene cualquiera, porque a veces tropezamos y la caída es brutal, lo que realmente cuenta, es saber salir del bache psíquico,

no capitular, no dejarse amedrentar, ni intimar.

Después de cada cielo cubierto y su nubosidad, hay un sol para radiar.

He has unfinished business in life. 

She went through a bad patch, some nightmares.

She felt lonely, she had lost her will.

She walked with her head down. 

Sadness reigned in her head.

She experienced rejection and repudiation, 

she considered herself her own slave.

Her world was adrift and the struggle she was giving up.

A sea of tears formed a large part of her day, she hardly enjoyed the light of day anymore.

And between shadows and darkness she decided, 

that it was necessary to change the course of her agony.

She decided to accompany her past to the door, 

to say goodbye to her ordeal, to expel negativity and passivity, 

and opt again for happiness.

It was a radical change for her, 

she woke up in time, regained her will to live.

Day after day she was regaining her smile, now that was exactly her premise.

And with each sunrise, she again had something to be grateful for.

Hope blossomed in her breast again, confidence spread in her heart,

little by little temperance ruled. And she left behind all the darkness she had suffered, to begin a new life. Because anyone can have a bad episode, because sometimes we stumble and the fall is brutal, what really counts is to know how to get out of the psychic rut,

not to capitulate, not to be intimidated or intimidated.

After every overcast sky and its cloudiness, there is a sun to radiate.

by So Sunny