Listening diary: Tears

Tears from heaven,
that melt with the rain of my heart…

That cottony gray cloud,
that hides the sun from life,
that drowns you between anguish and rancor…

It rains outside, it rains inside,
It rains in this confusing tide…

Rivers of bitter waters,
torrents of anxiety and pain…

What will this inert rain have
that draws the deepest part of my sorrow,
of my suffering and courage?

What will these tears have,
that just like the sea,
it can heal the wound that you left me
with your unfortunate goodbye?

It rains outside, it rains inside,
It’s raining on this messy ride…