In the veins of twilight

One day the bow was covered with sleep

In the veins of twilight

I found a burning rib

And in my heart a light that pities

And the flesh began to tear

And my freedom began to shine

Between the keys of a leafy hand

And sadness appeared on the paper

Touching the frown of a mind that died

An idea entered my soul and agreed

My world is fire, fire that becomes elegant

Whenever I surprise it and find it yearning

As if it is burning inside me

Oh bow, shoot the arrow

To the heart of the one who stabbed

Because he is stubborn in his memory, he climbs

And he is a terrible evil if he steals

And his voice becomes anxious and longing

In the depths of the well

A sad voice clings

And screams and says, Don't you rebel?

And darkness is a cloud whose rain is closed

And its stream flees trembling

Afraid of that twilight

Oh my revolution, be on a burning fire

For the embers have ignited and burned

And the longing in my heart has yearned

For the beginning of joy and continued to shine

Like the star that took the twilight

A hiding place for the memory of the heart that failed

To protect my secret, it fluttered

And the days of distress followed one another, so where is the slippery slope?

Where are you, O path, so that we may slip?

This gap may tear

If you carry our souls that are burning now

So, O arrow, shoot quickly and anticipate

Events and hold on to the dawn

And say that the worries of the world could not bear

To remain until the twilight departs from us

In a moment, he surpassed the light and improvised

Poetry and continued whispering and staring

Amazed by the light of the twilight