Black and White Meadows

I met you yesterday as I was walking

through black and white meadows.

There are remnants

of silver-plated blood

in your timid heart.

I'd like to teach you the words

of this song that brings shine

to those who stopped

waiting for life.

Nobody knows that it is enough

to be reborn in the midst of kisses,

between unfinished thoughts.

I will not forget how you woke up

between heaven and earth,

how you took one step

too many.

The black and white rainbow

at your feet is the best memory

from the years of adulthood.

Before I leave you my life

as a souvenir, before the world

goes to sleep again,

I will wake up in the shadow

of your tears, I will be resurrected

from the anger of the future.

I believe hatred will lose the game

with itself, drown out the whisper

of the dying.