Preguntas a destiempo

Que sentido tiene

hundir la cara entre las manos,

invocar tu nombre entre sombras,

apresarte torpemente?

 

Que sentido tiene

caminar por la noche,

morderme el labio

hasta sangrar,

gritarte inútilmente?

 

- de autor anónimo

 

The online translator is not that good (neither do I).. but here it is..

 

Untimely questions

 

What is the point

of plunging the face in my hands,

invoking your name in the shadows,

capturing it awkwardly?

 

What is the point

of walking at night,

biting my lips

until they bleed,

shouting your name senselessly?

 

- From anonymous

 

Done